I thought my marriage was perfectly fineuntil my best friend asked me that question.
I married young, swept up in love. We dated for four years before tying the knot. We’d been through so much together.
Now, after six years of living under the same roof, I still trust him completely. And I trust myself. My husband is kind, caring, always there when I need him. He helps with the chores, never complains. Hes not the bravest or strongest man. Handsome? Perhaps not in the traditional sense. But his hearthis soulis something else. Its like he carries an ocean of warmth inside him, this unshakable belief in goodness that keeps me going even when life turns bleak.
Yet hes indecisive, terrified of stepping out of his comfort zone. He wont push forward, wont change. Six years together, and hes still the same shy man I married. He neglects his health, fears any upheaval. Hes nearly a decade older than me, and at twenty-six, Im hungry for life. Ive built a career, bought my own car, were paying off the mortgage on our house in Manchester.
And then my best friend hit me with it: *”What do you even need him for?”*
Just like that, my happiness shattered. Now I sit here, staring at the walls, wondering*What do I really need him for?*
