hing. He was proud, playing the role of the successful provider. But the

me access to the joint account. Instead, he' d toss a

hatever little things you and

er was an extravagance. A coffee with a friend was a waste of his hard-ea

y I quit my job, I knew this was t

Nicky' s Nook." I filmed myself making intricate, beautiful cakes, but also simple cookies and muffins-things other busy moms

. A few dozen likes here, a handful of

d some of the cash to buy Maya a cute new dres

nkrupt me? I work my ass off, and yo

wad of cash, and threw it in my face. T

t you want? Take my

hoto from an account with no name, no posts. It was a picture of Ethan, his arm around a woman I didn' t know, bot

break something. Instead, I walked into the

"galaxy" mirror-glaze cake, a complex, mesmerizing process.

bed feel

ifications. Then ten thousa

o had go