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She Said ‘I Don’t Have to Make You Happy’… So I Stopped Trying | TRUE STORY
Sep 8, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories She Said ‘I Don’t Have to Make You Happy’… So I Stopped Trying | TRUE STORY “I don’t have to make you happy.” That was the moment I realized I’d spent years in a one-sided relationship — giving, planning, showing up — while she simply... existed. This isn’t a story about shouting matches or slamming doors. It’s about silence. Subtle shifts. And finally choosing me over the version of me someone else expected. Watch how a small moment in the kitchen changed everything. 👉 A story of emotional detachment, quiet revenge, and reclaiming identity. 💬 Let me know if you’ve ever had a moment like this — when walking away didn’t mean leaving… just letting go. #StoryTime #EmotionalAwakening #ShortFilmNarrative
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In the kitchen's soft light, her voice
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was a polished blade, not loud, but
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cutting. "I don't have to make you
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happy," Lorraine said, her arms crossed
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as if stating the most obvious thing in
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the world. The words hung in the air, a
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finality that made my stomach knot. For
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a second, I thought I'd misheard, that
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this was some passing remark born of
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frustration.
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But looking at her face, I knew she
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meant it. The caring was gone, replaced
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by a cold indifference that chilled me
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to the bone. My throat went dry.
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The arguments I wanted to make, the
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years of sacrifice I'd made, all died on
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my tongue. I had always been the one to
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give, to put her first, to carry the
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weight of our relationship.
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I had planned trips, cooked her favorite
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meals, and bought gifts just to see her
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smile.
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I had believed that was what love was,
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giving everything, even when it was
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hard.
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Standing there, I realized it had never
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been a partnership.
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I had been doing all the work, and she
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had taken it all for granted.
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The strange creeping sensation of
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heartbreak and clarity washed over me.
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This was my moment of awakening. I
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simply nodded, the silence deafening,
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and let her words sink in. A new,
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dangerous thought surfaced.
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What if I stopped? What if for once I
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stopped being the one who cared more
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that night? I barely slept.
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Lorraine's words replayed in my mind
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like a broken record, but they no longer
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felt like a wound. They felt like a key
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unlocking a door I'd been afraid to
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open.
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Lying next to her as she scrolled
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through her phone, I felt a shift.
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I had spent years bending backward,
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believing that my endless love would
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eventually be returned.
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Now I wondered what would happen if I
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just let go. The next morning, I broke
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our routine. No coffee, no forehead
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kiss. The alarm blared until she finally
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silenced it herself. She shuffled into
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the kitchen expecting her coffee and
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came back with a puzzled look. "You
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forgot my coffee," she said, more a
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statement than a question. I feigned a
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yawn. Guess I did. My deviation from the
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norm threw her off balance. She scoffed
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and went to make her own coffee. The
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sound of slamming cabinets a symphony of
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her irritation. It was a small act, but
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it confirmed my suspicions.
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My efforts had been invisible to her,
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and she only noticed their absence. The
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coffee, the planned date nights, the
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groceries, the filledin gas tank, all of
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it.
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I had been the glue and she hadn't even
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realized it. At work, a new focus
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consumed me. The burden of my marriage,
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which had drained me for years, was
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gone. My colleagues noticed the change.
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"You seem different," one said, and they
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were right. I was lighter.
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That evening, I came home and gave her a
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simple nod from across the room, then
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sat on the couch and flipped through the
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TV channels. Lorraine, expecting me to
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ask about her day, waited.
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The silence stretched until she broke
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it. "You're not going to ask about my
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day," she finally said. "Figured you'd
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tell me if you wanted to," I replied
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with a shrug. The confusion on her face
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was almost amusing. She was finally
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realizing the doing husband she had
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taken for granted wasn't there anymore.
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She asked if I was mad. I wasn't. I was
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just done.
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She had never asked me that before, not
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when I was upset or hurt. She was only
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noticing now because my behavior no
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longer served her. I chuckled softly and
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shook my head. Nope. When she realized
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she wasn't getting the reaction she
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wanted, she grabbed her phone, curling
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up on the opposite side of the couch.
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For the first time in years, I felt
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absolutely nothing. I was free. Over the
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next few weeks, the quiet storm I felt
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inside began to manifest in our home.
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The silence was not tense. It was just
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empty. I stopped initiating
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conversations and planning our nights.
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The space between us became impossible
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to ignore. At first, Lorraine seemed
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indifferent, but I saw the subtle signs.
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The way her eyes flickered toward me
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when she thought I wasn't looking, the
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hesitation in her voice before she
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spoke. She was feeling the emptiness I
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had been living in for years. One night,
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sitting across from her on the couch,
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she broke the silence again. "You've
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been weird lately," she said. I didn't
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look up from my phone. "Yeah."
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She shifted uncomfortably. "You don't
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talk to me like you used to. I almost
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laughed. Maybe I got tired of talking to
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someone who wasn't listening." She
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flinched. "That's not fair, isn't it?" I
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turned to her. For a fleeting second, I
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saw guilt, but she buried it. She
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couldn't understand why I was acting
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this way because she couldn't see past
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her own needs. I explained that I didn't
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want anything from her. And when she
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asked again why I was acting like this,
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I told her, "Maybe I don't care." I saw
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my words hit her, but she still didn't
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apologize or ask how I felt.
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She just sat there trying to figure out
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how to get things back to the way they
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were. But they weren't going back. Days
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turned into weeks and our silence became
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deafening. It wasn't the silence of a
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fight, but the quiet of two people who
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had simply stopped trying. The truth
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was, I didn't mind it. I was finally
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focusing on myself. I started going to
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the gym, stopped checking in with her
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throughout the day, and made dinner for
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myself.
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I started saying no to her last minute
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plans and errands. Lorraine didn't know
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how to handle it. The first real sign of
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trouble came when I went for a morning
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run without telling her, something I
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never used to do. When I returned, she
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asked. Since when do you run in the
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mornings? I shrugged. Started last week.
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It would have been nice if you told me.
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I raised an eyebrow. Why? I didn't think
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you cared. That shut her up. She was
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used to me being predictable, and my
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sudden independence was a threat to her
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comfort. The breaking point arrived on a
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Sunday when we were supposed to go to a
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family barbecue. Lorraine had assumed I
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would go, as I always had. But I had
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other plans. When she asked if I was
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ready, I simply said, "For what?" "For
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my sister's barbecue," she said,
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exasperated. "I told you about it."
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Yeah, but you never asked if I wanted to
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go, I replied, not looking up from my
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book. The room fell silent.
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You always come with me, she said after
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a moment. Not anymore, I said calmly. I
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don't actually enjoy these gatherings. I
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go because you expect me to. And I've
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decided to stop doing things just
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because I feel obligated.
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The first real crack appeared in her
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confidence. She had always relied on me
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to carry the weight of our relationship.
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And now that I was putting it down, she
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was floundering. She stormed out, but I
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didn't chase her. That night, she came
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home quiet and subdued.
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She accused me of not checking on her,
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and when I turned her words back on her,
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asking if she ever checked on me, she
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hesitated.
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She was finally realizing what it felt
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like to be left in the dark.
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She tried to make small talk, but I saw
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through it. I asked her point blank why
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she cared now, and she had no answer.
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She was scared, not of losing me, but of
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losing the comfortable version of me she
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had always taken for granted. Over the
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next few weeks, Lorraine started trying
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harder. She cooked dinner, left little
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notes, and even suggested we go out. But
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it was too late. I wasn't angry or sad.
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I was just done. I wasn't playing the
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role of the devoted husband anymore and
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she was scrambling to fill the void.
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I saw it in the little things. The way
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she finally noticed we were out of
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groceries. The way she started paying
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attention to the temperature in the
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house.
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One night I was in the garage and she
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came out leaning against the doorway.
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"Do you even want to be around me
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anymore?" she asked, her voice soft and
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uncertain.
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I paused, then looked at her. Do you
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want the truth? I asked. I don't know.
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Her face crumpled. I explained that this
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change didn't happen overnight. It was
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the result of years of me trying and her
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not noticing. And now she was scared.
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She was scared of losing the version of
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me she had always relied