It's a Tuesday night. Dinner's done, the dishes are half-loaded, and you're both scrolling on separate ends of the couch. Nothing is wrong, exactly. You still love each other. But somewhere between work deadlines and grocery runs, " …
You're mid-conversation, and then you're not. One sentence he was answering you, the next he's staring at the wall, arms crossed, one-word answers, eyes somewhere else entirely. You keep talking, hoping if you explain it better, say it …
You've noticed something. Maybe it's the way she remembers a detail you mentioned once, weeks ago. Maybe it's how she always seems to text back within minutes, even at 1 a.m., even though she's "just tired." Maybe it's …
