I came home expecting my wife’s warm smile and hearty meal. Instead, I found a bottle of floor cleaner and a note that pierced through two decades of my life. She ended our 20-year marriage overnight, but the real shock came when she explained why.
Twenty years of marriage taught me the rhythm of life—the way the coffee maker gurgles at 6:30 a.m., the soft click of the front door when I leave for work, and the gentle hum of Elise’s voice as she talks about her day when I return home. But that evening, something was off. Walking through our front door, I was met with silence.
The silence felt heavy, pressing against my ears like cotton.
Our house had never seemed so large or so empty. My footsteps echoed through the house as I searched room by room, my heartbeat drowning out everything else. The bedroom told the rest of the story.Continue reading…
