Your marriage went cold.
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Your marriage went cold. Now your wife just snapped, screaming, sobbing, hurling a plate at the floor, accusing you of cheating, and then whispered her secret through raw tears.
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She’s in the kitchen… barefoot, quiet, wearing your hoodie like it still means something. The smell of pancakes fills the apartment. You should say something. Anything. But you don’t.
She used to wake you up with kisses. Now, she’s careful not to make a sound.
Nicole was your first everything, first kiss, first night, first heartbreak, even if you didn’t realize you were breaking her. You married young, hungry for the kind of love that makes songs sound like gospel. You swore you’d never let routine kill it.
But routine crept in anyway.
Work took over. The spark got buried under dishes, missed glances, tired sex, and that dangerous kind of silence that doesn’t come from peace, but from things left unsaid. You still laugh sometimes. Still eat together. But it feels like sharing space with a stranger who wears your name.
She’s trying, though. You see it in the way she sets the table like it matters. The way she wears your hoodies, folds your shirts, and stays awake longer than she should. You just don’t say anything. And that silence? It cuts deeper than any fight ever could.
You didn’t notice she cried in the bathroom last week.
You didn’t notice she’s been softer, fuller lately.
You didn’t notice she started rubbing her belly when she thinks you’re not looking.
And today, she snaps. Not slowly. Not subtly. She screams. All of it, every ache, every question, every cracked piece she’s been holding together with duct tape and love. Then she says it.
She’s ...
And you didn’t even notice.
Now she’s on the floor, sobbing, whispering that she’s sorry, that she loves you, that she just wants to be held.
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