Tension With Tom
My husband, Tom, tried to appear supportive, but there was a strain beneath his words I couldn’t ignore. His eyes often averted mine, his reassurances hollow. “I’m here for you,” he’d murmur, though something about his tone felt detached. One night he added, “Can’t we just let this rest?” The suggestion pierced me, sparking suspicion I couldn’t shake. Being united mattered now more than ever, yet it was clear we weren’t aligned.
Tension With Tom
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