I spent so long worrying he was pulling away from me, when he was actually just drowning right next to me.
It’s easy to assume the worst when someone we love starts acting differently, but sometimes, they just need us to find them in the dark.
We didn’t come down from the attic until the sun started to peak through the small gable window, signaling a new day.
Our marriage isn’t perfect, and the grief isn’t gone, but at least now, we aren’t carrying it in separate rooms.
Sometimes the things we hide aren’t betrayals—they’re the parts of us that are still trying to heal.
