For over two decades, Dave and I shared a life filled with routines and quiet comforts. Married for 22 years, our days were predictable, our nights peaceful.
That’s why, when Dave began taking out the trash at 3 AM, a time he usually spent snoring beside me, I sensed something was amiss.
A Disturbance in the Routine
It started subtly. I’d wake up to find his side of the bed empty, the sheets cool to the touch. When questioned, Dave would casually mention taking out the trash. But in all our years together, he had never shown such initiative, especially not in the dead of night.
