When we checked into the five-star resort for our anniversary, I thought it would be a chance to reconnect — sunshine, peace, and maybe a reminder of why we fell in love in the first place.

But halfway through the trip, I got my period. The pain was unbearable, and I asked if we could rest for a day. Instead of comfort, my husband’s words cut through me: “You ruined our holiday.” I remember staring at the ocean that night, realizing something inside me had quietly shifted.

For years, I had brushed off moments like that — small bursts of anger, careless remarks when I was struggling, and his tendency to pull away whenever life wasn’t picture-perfect. I told myself he was just tired, that all couples had rough patches.

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