From the driver’s seat of my battered Ford, I recount the night my world shifted: my wife and her mother feasting, laughter spilling from the kitchen, while I scraped together a meal from cold leftovers. In the struggle to provide, I found myself growing distant from the very people I loved the most. This is my story of sacrifice, resentment, and searching for dignity in a world that measures a man by what’s on his dinner plate.