He was charming without trying to be.
Confident but not arrogant.
The kind of person who made everyone around him feel seen.
We spent three hours talking that night.
Neither of us wanted the conversation to end.
Within six months, we were inseparable.
Within two years, we were married.
I remember standing beside him on our wedding day, convinced I had found the person I would grow old with.
The person who would witness every chapter of my life.
The person who would always be home.
Looking back, I don’t think either of us was lying.
We truly believed it.
That’s what makes divorce so complicated.
Sometimes people don’t break their promises intentionally.
Sometimes they simply become different versions of themselves.
Over time, Mark’s career consumed more of his attention.
Mine did the same.
We stopped sharing our days.
Stopped sharing our fears.
Stopped sharing our dreams.
Without realizing it, we stopped sharing ourselves.
