The routine that once felt comforting slowly began to feel like a quiet weight I couldn’t shake. I wanted space to breathe, even though I couldn’t fully explain why. As the years passed, small frustrations grew heavier. Silence between us felt louder, and I began to mistake his gentle habits for control instead of care. Arguments started over the smallest things, and when he asked what was wrong, I couldn’t give an answer. One afternoon, overwhelmed by emotions I didn’t understand, I told him I wanted a divorce.
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