I’m 50 and have been married to Jeffrey for over 20 years. Our kids are distant, and lately … so is he. Always “working late,” glued to his phone, forgetting anniversaries. I feared the worst. So I planned a romantic island getaway. I booked it, packed everything – even his bag. The day of the flight? He nearly missed boarding. “I’ve just been swamped. I’m here now, aren’t I?” I said nothing. I just boarded. Mid-flight, I dozed off. Then a flight attendant gently woke me. “Ma’am, please … check your husband’s carry-on while he’s away. YOU DESERVE TO KNOW THE TRUTH.” I froze. Hands shaking, I unzipped the bag.Continue reading…
