But apparently, it wasn’t about us. It was about her. I was happy. I thought we were good. I was living the life of my dreams. Apparently… she wasn’t. Eventually, I came around to agreeing to what she needed, but that shit wrecked me. How did I pride myself on being a great husband and provider and I dropped the ball on this? It still fucked with me. She was my person… how did I not know what was going on with her? Or better yet, why didn’t she open up to me?
