Marriage is one of those journeys you begin with hope, with love, and with that innocent belief that the person who says “I love you” will never be the one to destroy you. When I married Brian, I thought I had found peace. He was gentle, soft spoken, and always reminded me that I was his queen. We did not have much, but we had each other.
Or so I believed.Last year around September, he started changing slowly. At first it was the small lies. Then it was the nights he stopped coming home and claimed to be on long work assignments. I did not panic. I thought maybe he was stressed or overwhelmed. To read more,click here
