I often wondered how I would have managed those first difficult months without him.
One evening, I asked a question I’d been afraid to say aloud.
“Ashton, do you ever wish you hadn’t married me?”
He turned toward me immediately.
“Why would you ask that?”
“Because our lives are so different now.”
He took my hands.
“Sutton, I married you because I love you. Your eyesight was never the reason.”
For a long time, those words gave me strength.
But about six months ago, something began changing.
Ashton started arriving home from work looking exhausted and impatient. Conversations that had once been easy became strained. Small misunderstandings grew into arguments.
One evening, I accidentally knocked over a glass of water.
“Sutton, could you please pay more attention?” he snapped.
I froze.
He apologized almost immediately.
But afterward, I began noticing other things.
Sometimes, when I asked for assistance, he sighed before responding. At dinner, he occasionally seemed distracted or withdrawn.
