My husband hired a model to pretend to be his wife at his high school reunion. I married Ben 12 years ago. We were young, broke, and in love—then life happened: two kids, a mortgage, and a man who started measuring me in calories and clothes. After my second C-section, I didn't bounce back. He started saying stuff like, "YOU'LL GET BACK TO YOUR OLD SELF SOON, RIGHT?" or "YOU DON'T NEED NEW CLOTHES. YOU'RE TOO BIG FOR IT." Little digs that felt like rust. When he talked about his 20-year high sch

My husband hired a model to pretend to be his wife at his high school reunion. I married Ben 12 years ago. We were young, broke, and in love—then life happened: two kids, a mortgage, and a man who started measuring me in calories and clothes. After my second C-section, I didn't bounce back. He started saying stuff like, "YOU'LL GET BACK TO YOUR OLD SELF SOON, RIGHT?" or "YOU DON'T NEED NEW CLOTHES. YOU'RE TOO BIG FOR IT." Little digs that felt like rust. When he talked about his 20-year high sch

My husband hired a model to pretend to be his wife at his high school reunion. __________ I married Ben 12 years ago. We were young, broke, and in love—then life happened: two kids, a mortgage, and a man who started measuring me in calories and clothes. After my second C-section, I didn't bounce back. He started saying stuff like, "YOU'LL GET BACK TO YOUR OLD SELF SOON, RIGHT?" or "YOU DON'T NEED NEW CLOTHES. YOU'RE TOO BIG FOR IT." Little digs that felt like rust. When he talked about his 20-ye