I had been married for less than a year. I was working and my husband was going to school trying to finish his degree. We were poor, ate “2-for-1” burger deals, could afford only one car, and loved every minute. That newlywed phase started to disappear as I wrestled with crazy thoughts of my inadequacies as a wife. I started questioning my worth as a spouse and wondered if I was keeping him happy. If he was supposed to be home at five and didn’t get home until six, I was a basket case. I was open and asked if everything was okay. He assured me not to worry, it…