Tag: borderline
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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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One Pregnancy, Two Miracles
We scheduled our first prenatal appointment just a few days after I returned from my trip. I was still jet-lagged, my sleep schedule completely out of rhythm, but none of that mattered. We were finally stepping into this together — as parents-to-be. With the help of my uncle — a respected doctor here — we…
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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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The Pattern I Couldn’t Understand
D was adjusting to life in a new country — not just a new city or neighborhood, but a whole new culture, language, and rhythm of life. As her partner, I wanted her to feel at home — not just with me, but in the world around us. So I tried, again and again, to…
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When Love Means Lifting Someone Up
Our family vacation was winding down. The sunsets over the ocean, the laughter at dinner, the shared moments on the beach — they were memories now, tucked away like souvenirs. Everyone felt lighter, refreshed. But as always, vacations don’t last forever. It was time to go back to real life. We returned home, and life…
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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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