The Marriage I Thought Was My Forever.

I met my husband in my 20s, in a small city tucked somewhere in the heart of the U.S. We fell in love fast. The kind of love they write about in novels and script into movies; soft, sweeping, and cinematic.

It felt like a dream unfolding in real life.

And for once, I didn’t overthink it. I’ve always been the kind of girl who pauses at every decision, weighing every option a hundred times. But with him, I didn’t need to. I was sure, infact certain that he was my forever. That he would be the father of my children. That we’d grow old side by side.

I had dreams, so many of them.

When we were dating, those dreams felt real.

Possible.

Sacred.

I married him thinking I had reached the destination of my life. I had no idea that everything I was building was just the beginning of a much bigger story.

My story was only getting started.