Our home even had a manicured lawn and perfect home decor.
But inside our walls, behind the curated Christmas photos, we were quietly suffocating while drifting apart.
Being products of privilege didn’t prepare us emotionally for being in a loveless marriage.
But we didn’t fight, which made it worse. You can’t fix silence. You can’t heal what you refuse to look at.
In fact, we didn’t know how to argue without the fear of causing a scandal — something unbecoming of people of our stature.
We didn’t know how to express resentment without feeling disloyal to our families. Or how to grow as individuals when everyone expected us to grow as a unit.
The story doesn’t end here — it continues on the next page.
After growing up side by side, surviving chaos, and raising babies… we eventually broke under the weight of everything we never learned to say.
After 17 years, we finally untied the knot with less drama than a Parent-Teacher Association (PTA) election. It wasn’t messy — just numb.
