I live with my husband, Taro, and our fourth-grade son, Daiki. My days are a total whirlwind, and time just seems to fly by.
To anyone looking in, we probably look like your typical, everyday family. Except for one thing—it’s been ten years since I last cooked a meal for my husband. Aside from that, our life is completely normal. We go out to eat as a family, and we spend our weekends together. I just don’t cook for him. But every now and then, I can’t help but stop and wonder… is this really okay?