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The Dinner That Changed Everything
I never imagined that a simple roast chicken would become the turning point of my marriage. But sometimes, the smallest, most ordinary moments carry the weight of everything unsaid, everything endured, and everything finally realized.
It was supposed to be a quiet Friday evening. For weeks, I had felt the growing distance between Neil and me. Conversations had become mechanical, laughter scarce, and affection nearly extinct. Still, I believed—perhaps stubbornly—that I could bridge that gap with something as simple, as comforting, as a home‑cooked meal.
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