For a long time, I believed him.
I convinced myself this was what marriage looked like. That sacrifice was normal. That love meant carrying more than your share.
Until I saw that message.
In that moment, everything became clear.
He wasn’t overwhelmed.
He wasn’t too busy.
He had someone else.
I didn’t argue. I didn’t create a scene.
I asked him one question:
“So what are you going to do about your mother?”
He didn’t answer.
The next day, he left.