
I’ve been with my wife for nine years and married for six. She’s kind, loyal, sweet, and smart. She loves me deeply and believes we were meant to find each other. I treat her well. I’ve never cheated. We laugh together, and on paper, we look like a perfect couple.
But if I’m honest, I’ve never been in love with her.
I care about her, but when we met, I was heartbroken. She came into my life when I needed stability and comfort, and I confused that with love. I kept telling myself my feelings would grow, but they never did.








