My husband and I had the kind of quiet, comfortable marriage people envy until he suddenly moved into the guest room and locked the door behind him. I thought it was because of my snoring… until I discovered what he was really hiding.
I’m 37, married for eight years, and until about a month ago, I thought my spouse and I were that couple. Ethan and I weren’t flashy or overly romantic, but we were close. Or so I thought…
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The two of us were the couple that others described as solid, comfortable, and maybe even a little boring, but in a good way. We were the type of couple who finished each other’s sentences and knew how the other took their coffee.
We lived in a cozy two-bedroom house with an herb garden that I never remembered to water. We also had two cats who only acknowledged our existence when they were hungry. Weekends equaled pancakes, DIY failures, and half-watched Netflix we barely remembered.
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We had been through the kind of things that either bind people together or tear them apart—health scares, two miscarriages, infertility, job losses—and we’d made it through.
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