When my wife zipped up her suitcase that evening, I knew I was watching my marriage fall apart right before my eyes. We had been arguing for weeks, and every attempt I made to make things right only made them worse. She was tired, frustrated, and emotionally drained. I begged her to stay, but her silence said it all. She had already made up her mind.
Our home, once full of laughter and warmth, had turned into a battlefield of blame and misunderstanding. I stopped recognizing the woman I had fallen in love with, and maybe she no longer recognized me either. Every conversation ended in anger, and nights were spent sleeping back-to-back in silence. I tried everything — gifts, apologies, even promises to change — but nothing worked. The love we once shared was slipping away faster than I could grasp it.…CONTINUE READING
