For three years, I lived in a relationship that felt like a dream on the outside. We laughed together, traveled, made future plans, and even talked about buying land. But behind closed doors, something was always off.
My instincts would whisper things I couldn’t prove. I’d ask innocent questions, and his eyes would shift. His stories would change. His phone was always locked. And the late nights “at work” were becoming frequent. to read more click here
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