My wife left the night I lost my job, telling me, "I married a provider, not a problem" — three days later, she was pounding on my door, demanding, "How long were you planning to keep this from me?"

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Delphine's reaction stunned me.

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"You lost your job?" she asked, staring at me.

"It's not just me. They're closing the whole office. I'll start applying tomorrow."

Instead of reassuring me, she disappeared into our bedroom and came back twenty minutes later with a suitcase.

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"Delphine, what are you doing?"

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She looked at me coldly. "I married a provider, not a problem."

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I thought she was just angry, but she walked out that night and went straight to her parents' house.

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At first, I was too shocked to understand what had just happened. Six years of marriage, and she'd abandoned me only hours after I lost my job.

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But over the next two days, the confusion slowly turned into something else. I replayed our entire marriage in my head, and for the first time, I wondered if Delphine had ever loved me at all — or if she'd only loved the life my money gave her.