Let me be honest, I never thought I’d be that man. The man who sleeps on the same bed with his wife, yet feels like a stranger. The man who provides everything, pays every bill, yet gets treated like an intruder in his own house.We’d been married for five years. In the beginning, things were sweet, late-night cuddles, laughter in the kitchen, spontaneous weekend getaways.
But over time, something shifted. My wife, Janet, slowly started pushing me away. It began with small excuses, headaches, fatigue, or stress from work. I understood at first. I mean, life can be overwhelming. But weeks turned to months, and then over a year passed.I started noticing she would go to bed fully dressed.To read more,click here
