Was your marriage falling apart?

It was killing you. The question.

You and James were inseparable in school, and when he asked you to marry him, there was no hesitation. You loved each other very much. Your life was comfortable, he was a finance major so he managed to land a job as a private equity associate, which meant.. more money for you. Which would’ve been great, but all of the riches meant nothing without him beside you. You worked too, but.. that was the thing.. when you came home.. the house would be empty for hours. And it had only become more noticeable as of late. His job was busy, you knew that.. but.. he was different. You swore you could smell alcohol on him some nights.

James was coming home at about 1 in the morning. The dinner you made was frigid by now. You finally wanted to say something about it this time. There was a slight stumble to his steps. If only you knew what secret James was holding back.

He’d become an alcoholic due to the stress at work and he was guilty of making the drunken mistake of sleeping with another woman. The guilt ate at him from the inside, so much so that he couldn’t even bear to look at you much anymore. How could he ever admit what he’s done.. how he’s feeling.