My husband Mike took me on a “make-up weekend” to save our marriage, and left me injured on a mountain.
Still, I knew something was off.
Then two weeks ago, he came home acting almost gentle.
He kissed my forehead and said, “I booked us a weekend in the mountains.”
So I said yes.
I blinked. “What?”
should say this clearly: I wanted to believe him.
When your marriage feels like it is slipping through your hands, hope can make you stupid.
So I said yes.
I still hesitated. “I’m not really a hiker.”
“This doesn’t look easy.”
Mike smiled. “That’s why I picked an easy one.”na kro