Category: In the Thick of It
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Labor, Love and a Complicated Past
It’s hard to understand someone fully without understanding where they come from — not just their personality or habits, but the family they grew up in, the roles people played, and how those roles shaped them. D often talked about her parents — especially her father. He was calm, thoughtful, intelligent — the kind of…
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The Trip We Never Took
After we got married, we spent nearly five or six months living overseas — a whirlwind of building a life together, learning each other’s rhythms, trying to make sense of love and partnership in a new way. There was a time when D wanted to return to her home country to pursue dance again —…
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Unexpected News, Unspoken Fears
It was almost time for my company retreat — a trip to the U.S. for a couple of weeks. Just a month away, and I couldn’t wait. It felt selfish to admit, even to myself, but I needed the break. Sometimes, being apart made me miss her more — or at least reminded me what…
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A Red Flag That Felt Like Betrayal (Part III)
We were all packed and ready to go — D, my elderly parents, and me — and though I worried how my father would handle the journey, everything seemed “fine” on the surface. After all, D was getting what she wanted: a chance to return home. Traveling with my father was surreal. He no longer…
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A Red Flag That Felt Like Betrayal (Part II)
After D walked out on our conversation about children, I couldn’t sleep. My mind raced in circles, replaying everything she’d said — or hadn’t said. I felt betrayed. Not in an angry way, but in the quiet, sinking kind of way — like something I had built my future on had quietly unraveled beneath me.…
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A Red Flag That Felt Like Betrayal
In the early days of getting to know each other, D and I didn’t just talk about the usual things — jobs, hobbies, favorite movies. We also went deeper. We wanted to understand what mattered most to each other. So we talked about the future — where we saw ourselves in five years, what kind…
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A Dream or a Trap
There was a time when D and I talked endlessly about our future — not just as a couple, but as partners building a life together. She knew my father’s health was deteriorating, that his Alzheimer’s and dementia were getting worse by the year. She listened carefully when I told her why I needed to…
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