Jared and I drifted apart in the months after Dillon was born. It wasn’t a subtle drifting, like rowboats that slipped their knots and meandered off to sea in the quiet of night.
We saw it. Felt it. Watched it happen. Each of us in a boat without paddles, our cupped hands pawing furiously at the water. Calling out with loud voices until exhaustion took over.
Our commitment to one another and to our marriage didn’t waiver. But our connection did.Read more