“When our children were small and I worked full-time, I came home to cook, clean, do laundry, and take care of them while you watched TV. You did nothing.”
“When I was bedridden with the flu and could barely lift my head, you didn’t even make me a cup of tea. You did nothing.”
“When I battled depression during menopause and didn’t recognize myself in the mirror, you told me to ‘cheer up.’ You did nothing.”
His eyes flicked away, then back to mine. “You never told me.”
“Oh, I did,” I said quietly. “I told you when I begged for your help, when I asked for therapy. I told you when I curled up beside you on the couch, longing for a kiss, and you barely noticed. I told you with every disappointed sigh, every dinner eaten in silence.”
“You thought everything was fine because you were fine. But I wasn’t.”
Love Isn’t About Not Failing — It’s About Trying
Zack sat with his head in his hands, repeating one phrase: “But I didn’t know.”
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