No Cheating, No Fighting Yet Our Marriage Was Dying Until Peace Returned Silently
From the outside, our marriage looked perfect. No shouting, no affairs, no obvious drama. Friends admired us. Family thought we were an ideal couple. But behind closed doors, something had quietly died. Conversation had become minimal.
Laughter had faded. Nights were spent in silence, lying beside each other like strangers who shared a roof but not hearts. It wasn’t anger or betrayal that pushed us apart it was distance.
Emotional distance that crept in slowly, unnoticed at first. Small irritations grew into walls. I tried to talk about it, but words bounced off blank expressions. He retreated further into work, and I buried myself in chores and worries.
It was a slow suffocation, the kind that kills love quietly, leaving only routines and duty. I felt desperate. Counseling seemed too public, too formal. Friends offered advice, but nothing changed. I loved him deeply, yet it felt like he was drifting away, and I couldn’t reach him.
The fear of losing the marriage I had fought to build was paralyzing. I needed guidance, someone who understood not just marriage, but the unseen forces that keep love from flowing.
