I never imagined that my marriage would shatter because of something as trivial as a high school reunion. Yet looking back, I realize it wasn’t the reunion that broke us—it was everything he silently allowed to rot inside our relationship. The reunion was only the stage where the truth finally stepped into the spotlight.

Ben and I married young, when neither of us had much more than ambition, ramen noodles, and stubborn loyalty. We lived in a tiny studio apartment that echoed when you spoke too loudly and had a futon mattress that squeaked when you breathed. But we were madly in love, and we believed that love and hard work could carry us through anything life put in our path.

Those early years were messy and imperfect, but they were filled with softness and laughter. We built dreams together over late-night…CONTINUE READING…