At a luxury restaurant, my wife told her friends: “He’s just a low-level employee, I pay for everything.” I smiled and placed my unlimited black card on the table: “Then tonight, you can cover the bill.” "Oh, honey, he's not a burden," my wife, Jessica, announced to our dinner guests, her voice carrying. "He's just a low-level guy at the company." She patted my cheek like I was a pet. "I pay for everything. His job is just to look pretty." The table erupted in laughter. For the past six months,