Struggles and Growth in a Troubled Marriage

nt. It was his birthday that day, and I had wanted to surprise

d. Takeout boxes were haphazardly piled together, and a few green beer bottles reflected the dim

n carelessly on the floor and chairs. The woman's unde

hing and a woman's voice, breathlessly askin

k at the company. It's not the weekend, so she d

me up!" This was followed by a ser

d witness a live performance in real life, starring my very own husband. I knew wha

s head to see me. His first reaction was surprise, but by the third second, his face was calm. "What are y

im on the floor, turned around, and walked out the door, running down the stairs into the pitch-black ni

close to me felt like a weight on my chest, felt like I couldn't bre

t at night, it was eerily quiet, with only the streetlights casting a dim glow, preventing complete darkness

le, but the tasks were tedious, because I was dealing with a group of youngsters who h

gns were there, but I chose to

. What difference would it make if he came looking for me? Or if he didn't? I stumbled towards the bus station and hoped to ca

could be even longer, with no end in sight, giving me enough time to ponder what had hap