I remember the exact moment everything changed. I came home from work, my hands full of groceries and my heart racing. I found him sitting at the dining table—his expression tight, like he was preparing for a fight. “I’m going to therapy,” he said, nonchalantly. My stomach dropped. “For our relationship?” I asked, but he just looked away. And just like that, my world tilted on its axis, leaving me breathless and desperate to know more.
I stood there for what felt like an eternity, feeling the weight of his words settle in my…