I didn't fall in love with a perfect man.
I fell in love with a man who had energy. Dennis made me laugh at 11pm on a Tuesday. Who dragged me on hikes I didn't want to go on and made me glad I went. Who made me feel wanted.
Around three years ago, that man started disappearing.
Slowly at first. He'd skip the gym for a week, then a month. He started falling asleep during movies we'd been looking forward to. He stopped initiating anything between us — and when I tried, he always had a reason why not.
He was irritable in a way he'd never been. Snapping at the kids over nothing. Staring at his phone at dinner.
I thought we were in trouble.
I asked him if he was happy. He said yes. I asked if something was wrong with us. He said no. I asked if he wanted to talk to someone. He got defensive.
He genuinely didn't know what was happening to him.
And the worst part? Neither did I.