I’m 35, I’ve been married for a decade, and we have two kids. Nothing glamorous — just the usual chaos: work, school runs, bills, trying to keep everything afloat. But I genuinely thought we were solid.
One afternoon, I went to the mall to sort out some errands. My husband texted me to pick up a few pairs of socks, but right in the middle of …
I’m 35, I’ve been married for a decade, and we have two kids. Nothing glamorous — just the usual chaos: work, school runs, bills, trying to keep everything afloat. But I genuinely thought we were solid. Read More