After Fifty Years Together, I Chose to Walk Away—Until a Single Moment Rewrote Everything
After fifty years of marriage, I never expected to find myself questioning whether it should continue. At seventy-five, many people cling to what feels familiar and safe, yet I felt restless and strangely invisible. My husband, Charles, had not been unfaithful, distant, or unkind. Nothing about him had shifted in an obvious way. The change ...

















