I had been married to Mark for ten years. To the outside world, our life seemed picture-perfect. We had a mortgage, two kids, and what appeared to be a stable, well-constructed life. In truth, it felt more like we were bound by obligations rather than love. Mark had never been the most helpful partner. I often felt like I was carrying the weight of our family alone—handling the chaos of raising our children, managing the house, cooking, and cleaning. But somehow, I kept convincing myself that it was okay. “We’re a team, Lexie,” I would tell myself. Only, it was...
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