For seven years, I thought I had the marriage everyone secretly envied. Luke and I moved through life like perfectly synchronized swimmers. Supporting each other’s careers, planning weekend getaways, and dreaming about the family we’d start “someday soon.”
I was so caught up in the performance of our perfect life that I missed all the warning signs.I work as a senior editor at a publishing house in Chicago, and the past year has been chaos. My team had taken on three major releases, and I was drowning in manuscripts, author meetings, and marketing plans.
Most nights, I’d collapse into bed around midnight while thinking about tomorrow’s deadlines. I remember how Luke would look at me, smile, and mumble something about how hard I worked.
