Have You Ever

  She used to think love meant being seen. Not just in the obvious ways, but in the small, quiet ones—the lingering glances, the way someone notices when you change your hair, or the simple act of choosing to watch you instead of pixels on a screen. But somewhere along the way, she had faded into the background. Her husband wasn’t a bad man, just… distracted, absorbed in his own world of fantasy. It wasn’t that he didn’t love her, but the way he looked at his screen with fascination had long outshined any way he looked at her. So she found someone else, someone who made her feel vivid again. It wasn’t love, not even close, but it was attention, passion, a spark she had been chasing for far too long. It felt intoxicating at first—the thrill of stolen moments, the rush of being desired. But desire is fleeting, and secrets are heavy. She ended it. Not because she was caught, not because she wanted to confess—but because in the end, she still wanted her life, her marriage. And od...

If you ask the people in our community why my ex-husband and I got divorced, they'll give you a tidy answer—a story wrapped in the kind of tragic romance that makes betrayal almost palatable. Three years ago, I fell in love with someone else . It’s simple, digestible, something they can whisper about over coffee or roll their eyes at in private. How predictable , they’ll say. They still judge, of course, but there’s an undeniable poetry in it. A narrative that fits neatly into their understanding of love, loss, and human folly. But it isn’t what happened. Few people know that for two years before I finally left, I was actively trying to get a divorce—pushing against invisible walls, screaming silently into a void that refused to listen. What they don’t know is that our marriage wasn’t just unravelling—it had already collapsed in on itself, trapping me in its wreckage. For six months, anxiety ruled me. Every day was a battlefield against my own thoughts. At times, I considere...