I used to dream about marriage — the kind where love grows stronger with time, where laughter fills the spaces, and where even the silence feels safe.
But this… this isn’t what I dreamed.
We had a beautiful wedding. Everyone said we were perfect. I wore the gown I always imagined. He held my hand like he meant forever.
But forever came fast… and it got cold.
Now, I wake up next to a man who barely looks at me.
He doesn’t ask how I’m doing. He doesn’t notice when I cry quietly in the shower.
I speak — and he hears, but he doesn’t listen.
I touch him — and he pulls away like love is a chore.
There’s no violence. No betrayal. Just a growing silence that screams louder than any argument ever could.
I gave up pieces of myself to keep us together.
I stopped dancing.
Stopped painting.
Stopped laughing the way I used to…
Because I thought if I could just be enough, maybe he’d love me like he once did.
But nothing changed.
Now, I lie awake wondering:
Did I choose the wrong person?
Or did I just lose myself trying to be the right one?
I regret not waiting. I regret thinking love would fix everything. I regret believing someone who made me feel like I was too much when all I ever gave was everything.
This isn’t marriage.
This is mourning someone who’s still alive, still beside me, but long gone.
🕊️ To anyone out there pretending everything is fine… you are not alone. And you are allowed to want more than just being tolerated in love.
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