Tyler and I had been together for four years before our twin daughters arrived.
We were not a perfect couple, but I believed we were a committed one. We had built routines, shared dreams, and made promises to each other that I took seriously.
When the twins were born, everything shifted in the way it always does when newborns enter a home. The days blurred together. Sleep became a luxury. Our conversations shortened. Our patience thinned.
I assumed we were going through the hard part together.
What I did not know was that Tyler had already started checking out.
The Signs I Told Myself Were Something Else
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