Days blurred into weeks, the routines of domesticity enveloping me.
Every morning felt the same, an endless loop of chores and responsibilities.
I missed the camaraderie of the office, the sense of purpose beyond these walls.
Conversations with him remained surface-level, the deeper issues left untouched.
“I’m thinking of volunteering,” I mentioned one evening, hoping for support.
He glanced up, a frown creasing his forehead.
“Wouldn’t that be too much with the kids?” he replied, his voice wary.
The suggestion hung in the air, unsupported.
Yet, the idea of doing something, anything, outside the home lingered in my mind.
His resistance was a barrier, an unspoken boundary I couldn’t cross without consequence.
