I thought my marriage was perfectuntil my best friend asked me that question.
I married young, swept up in love. Wed been together four years before tying the knot, weathering storms and sharing dreams.
For over six years now, weve built a life side by side. I trust him completely, just as I trust myself. My husband is kind, attentive, always therewashing dishes, folding laundry, a steady presence in our home. Hes not the bravest or strongest man, nor the most handsome. But his heart? Its a rare thing, brimming with warmth and quiet hope, a beacon that pulls me through even the darkest days.
Yet he hesitates at every turn. Change terrifies him. Six years, and he hasnt grown, hasnt pushed forward. He clings to comfort, lets shyness cage him. He neglects his health, avoids decisionsleaves them all to me.
Hes nearly a decade older, but Im the one charging ahead. At twenty-six, Im thrivingexcelling in my career, driving a car I bought myself, paying down the mortgage on our house in Manchester.
Then, over coffee, my best friend dropped the question: “What do you even need him for?”
And just like that, the illusion shattered. Now I sit here, staring at the rain-streaked window, wonderingwhat *do* I need him for?
