We sat at the table in silence. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/41ba99/620x0/1/0/2025/03/12/jzlpo0z8um0mnpnhvusduiiiHip1jzadbuhvlxqv.jpg" alt = "family @pexels" Style = "background-color: rgba (72.69.54.1)" > < p > she looked at me with hope, I avoided her eyes.

< p > — Honey, I really want it — she said quietly.

< p > I knew this ton.

< p > pleading, full of feelings, full of dreams.

< p > but this time I couldn't make her dreams come true.

< p > We already had dw & oacute; jku children.

< p > dw < p > but each day was a fight.

< p > for money, for stabilization, to provide them with everything they need.

< p > I had to count every month if there would be enough for rent, bills, food.

< p > I didn't remember the last time we could afford something more than necessity.

< p > I didn't remember the last time I slept calmly, not worried about the future.

< P >& Amp; MDASH; Where will we get the money ? — I finally asked, unable to suppress it anymore.

< p > — Somehow we can handle — answered right away.

< p > & somehow. < p > this word rained too often in our home.

< P > & AMP; BDQUO; We will pay bills somehow. & Amp;

& ampquo; somehow we will find money for children's shoes. “& Amp;

< P > & AMP; BDQUO; We can somehow. < p > Only that I no longer wanted to live in & ampquo; somehow &

< p > I wanted stabilization.

< p > I wanted peace.

< p > I wanted our children to have everything, and not just dreams of something they would never get.

< p > — Honey, we can't afford another child — I said quietly, but firmly.

< p > This time she is the opposite. < p > I saw her eyes to get glass.

< p > — So these are your priorities ? — She threw it coldly. & Amp; MDASH; Money is more important than our family ?

< p > — The family already exists! We have dw & oacute; children, for which we are able to take care of < p > — But I & Hellip; & Amp; MDASH; Her voice broke down. & Amp; MDASH; I feel that we are not full yet.

< p > I didn't know what to say.

< p > because what was more important ?

< p > my wife's heart, which & oacute; reed wanted another child ?

< p > or reality in which we barely made ends with the end of ?

< p > Is I an egoist ?

< p > or maybe she did not want to see the truth ?

< p > that evening we lay side by side in silence for a long time.

< p > with separate dreams.

< p > and with an increasing chasm between us.

Natasha Kumar

By Natasha Kumar

Natasha Kumar has been a reporter on the news desk since 2018. Before that she wrote about young adolescence and family dynamics for Styles and was the legal affairs correspondent for the Metro desk. Before joining The Times Hub, Natasha Kumar worked as a staff writer at the Village Voice and a freelancer for Newsday, The Wall Street Journal, GQ and Mirabella. To get in touch, contact me through my natasha@thetimeshub.in 1-800-268-7116