I Came Home Two Days Early and Found My Wife Sneaking Through the Servants’ Entrance—Then I Learned Who Had Taken Over Her House

Sometimes we cancelled.

Sometimes we argued.

Once, we spent an entire session debating whether I had “checked out” emotionally during a conversation or was simply tired.

There were no dramatic speeches.

No magical transformation.

Reconciliation was boring.

That was one of the best things about it.

It happened through repeated ordinary choices.