was focused on me.
He was attentive.
Affectionate.
Persistent.
He made me feel chosen.
I mistook the intensity of his pursuit for the depth of his love.
After we married, that attention slowly faded.
At first, he wasn’t openly cruel.
He was simply absent.
Work ran late.
Meetings appeared constantly.
His career became the reason for everything.
Whenever I complained, he became irritated.
So eventually, I stopped complaining.
It was easier.
I learned to avoid certain subjects.
I learned how to tell when he was in a bad mood.
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