I Was Suppressing My Feelings About My Relationship
The truth is, I was playing a dangerous game with myself. A game of pretend. A game called, "Everything’s Fine." And, spoiler alert, everything was definitely not fine.
Mark and I, we looked the part. Perfect Instagram couple. Smiling faces, exotic vacations, matching athleisure wear (don't judge, it was comfy). But behind the filters and the perfectly curated grid, a slow-burning resentment was simmering, fueled by the things I wasn't saying.
It started small. Mark always leaving his socks on the floor. Me quietly picking them up, muttering under my breath, but never actually telling him it bothered me. Then it escalated. Him constantly interrupting me when I was talking. Me forcing a laugh, telling myself I was being too sensitive, when inside I felt a little piece of myself shrinking.
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