For him, it must have felt as though the ground had disappeared beneath him – sudden, bewildering, and impossible to understand.
What he didn’t know was that for years, I had quietly carried the burden of an unhappiness I could no longer ignore. With our youngest child finally independent, the quiet of our home forced me to confront feelings I had long suppressed, and I realized I could no longer pretend everything was fine.
When Zack asked why, I tried to explain gently. He wasn’t a bad man – not unfaithful, irresponsible, or cruel. Yet through all the defining moments of our family life – the exhaustion of parenting, the pressures of work, the grief of losing my father, the vulnerability of health struggles – he had remained distant. Not intentionally hurtful, just emotionally absent.
