On paper, everything looked ideal. We raised two beautiful children — Rowan and Caleb — maintained a charming home, and upheld all the social commitments expected of us. We sent holiday cards, hosted dinners, donated to causes our families adored, and lived a life that looked enviable from the outside.
But inside that well-kept home, our emotional connection slowly fainted. We didn’t argue. We didn’t confront each other. We didn’t even acknowledge the space growing between us. Silence became our language, and silence is impossible to repair.
