
The first three years were wonderful. We laughed together, explored new places, shared hobbies, and loved each other deeply.
But over the last seven years, something shifted—or maybe the mask just came off. Now, every opinion I share is wrong. If I say I don’t like a certain food, I’m wrong. If I enjoy a sappy TV show, I’m wrong. It doesn’t matter how small or harmless the thought is—he’ll push back, argue endlessly, and dig in just to feel like he’s won.








