But gradually something changed. I started noticing that he was drifting away: he stayed late at work more often, avoided conversations, and was home less and less. And at one point, I was left alone with my pain. I didn’t blame him—not everyone can handle a life like this. I just kept fighting for the two of us.

Then I found out he had another woman. I accepted that too. After all, I truly couldn’t give him anything.