My husband and I had the kind of quiet, comfortable marriage people envy until he suddenly moved into the guest room and locked the door behind him. I thought it was because of my snoring… until I discovered what he was really hiding.I’m 37, married for eight years, and until about a month ago, I thought my spouse and I were that couple. Ethan and I weren’t flashy or overly romantic, but we were close. Or so I thought…
The two of us were the couple that others described as solid, comfortable, and maybe even a little boring, but in a good way. We were the type of couple who finished each other’s sentences and knew how the other took their coffee.We lived in a cozy two-bedroom house with an herb garden that I never remembered to water. We also had two cats who only acknowledged our existence when they were hungry. Weekends equaled pancakes, DIY failures, and half-watched Netflix we barely remembered.
