From there, our relationship grew. We dated for five years. Those years were the best of my life and I hope his too. We traveled to many places and explored. Our bond, or love, we were inseparable. Eventually we got married. No kids, but a happy marriage. Four years into the marriage I started to notice something. It was as if something was off. I didn’t know what, but thought maybe it was the natural events that take place in a marriage, so I didn't think about it much. However, it got worse. He became more distant from me. We stopped talking. He wanted to be alone more. I respected these requests and actions, even though I was worried. It was painful because I wanted to love him and to be love back. It wasn't like this hasn't happened before, but this time it's more severe. He started talking in a negative and depressed manner. He didn't want to do anything or see anyone. Rarely did he embrace me, tell me sweet things like he use to, kiss me, or hold me while in bed. Those little sweet gestures, gifts, and surprises stopped. Intercourse wasn't even an option anymore. No calls, no texts, no letters or endearing cards. It was depressing to be around him, to talk to him, to even see him or think about him. All I wanted to do was cry. I want him to know that what's happening to him is hurting me. “Please, talk to me.” “What's wrong?” “What can I do?” “Talk to me please.” “I love you and always will. Let me know what's going on.” “I’m here for you, your
