My husband and I had a heated argument one day. We rarely fought, but that night, emotions boiled over. The next morning, as he left for work, I sat alone replaying every word we’d said. I knew he kept a diary tucked away in his nightstand. My curiosity and hurt got the better of me, and I decided to read it, hoping to understand what he was feeling.
As I opened the diary, my hands trembled. The first few pages were filled with reflections about our life together—sweet memories, hopes, and dreams. But then, I turned a page and froze. Over and over, he had written about how lost and overwhelmed he felt, especially after losing his father the previous year. He didn’t write anything cruel or unfaithful, but the pain in his words was raw. I realized he had been struggling deeply with grief and anxiety, feelings he had kept hidden behind a smile.
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