I’ll never forget the way his voice sounded in the dark—soft, but sharp as a knife. We’d gone to bed angry, the kind of anger that sits heavy in your chest. I thought he thought I was asleep. Then, just as I was about to drift off, he whispered it.
Three words. That’s all it took to shatter me.
The next morning, he acted normal. Like the night before hadn’t happened. When I finally asked him about it, he shrugged. “I was just blowing off steam,” he said. But the look in his eyes? That wasn’t steam. That was something real.
Now, I’m stuck. Do I believe the man who loves me, or the man who whispered the truth when he thought I wasn’t listening?
I keep telling myself that fights bring out the worst in people. That we all say things we don’t mean. But what if this wasn’t just a heat-of-the-moment thing? What if this is how he really feels?
I don’t know how to bring it up again. I don’t know if I even want to. But I do know this—those words are now a part of us. And I’m not sure our marriage will ever be the same.
