After 22 years of marriage, my husband suddenly started taking the trash out at 3 a.m. He’d never volunteered for it… not once.
So why now? One night, I followed him and what I discovered broke my heart in ways I wasn’t ready for.
I’m Lucy, 47, and I’ve been married to Dave for 22 years. We’ve got two grown kids who pop in for Sunday dinners, but mostly it’s just me and him now with our traditional morning coffee, grocery runs, and soft arguments about thermostat settings.
It was that quiet, cute, and boring kind of love you think is unbreakable… until the bedroom felt eerily quiet that Tuesday night in March.
I rolled over, my hand searching for the familiar warmth of Dave’s body, but I found only cold sheets.
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