Remembered every doctor’s appointment.
Managed the household bills.
Prepared meals.
Organized birthdays.
Made sure the children had clean clothes and finished homework.
And somehow, she still found time to ask whether I’d eaten lunch.
But instead of appreciating her, I began seeing her as part of a life that no longer excited me.
I told myself our marriage had become dull.
Predictable.
Ordinary.
We didn’t go out to fancy restaurants anymore.
We rarely traveled.
Our conversations revolved around school schedules, grocery lists, household repairs, and which child needed new shoes.
Looking back, I can see how unfairly I judged her.
At the time, I couldn’t.
One evening, I came home and found Helena standing near the stove, stirring dinner while helping Ryan with a school assignment.
Holly was coloring at the kitchen table.
Hayley was searching for a library book.
The television played quietly in the next room.
