My husband said a quiet weekend in the mountains would help us reconnect. By the time we reached the trail, I realized he had brought me there for a very different reason.My husband Mike took me on a “make-up weekend” to save our marriage, and left me injured on a mountain.Still, I knew something was off.Then two weeks ago, he came home acting almost gentle.He kissed my forehead and said, “I booked us a weekend in the mountains.”I blinked. “What?””A reset,” Mike said. “Just us. Fresh air. No distractions. We need to reconnect.”
I should say this clearly: I wanted to believe him.When your marriage feels like it is slipping through your hands, hope can make you stupid.So I said yes.I still hesitated. “I’m not really a hiker.”But I was tired of every disagreement turning into proof that I was ruining things. So I swallowed it and went with my husband.”Come on,” he said. “You can do better than this.”Mike handed me the bottle, then took it back after one sip. “Don’t overdo it. We still have a way to go.”
