My Husband Wanted Us in Separate Rooms — Then One Night, I Heard Something I Couldn’t Ignore

The realization hit me like ice water. Not only was he sleeping apart from me, but he was also locking me out.

I sat there for several minutes, staring at that closed door, my mind spinning. Locking a bedroom door felt like a wall—not just physical, but emotional. If he was shutting me out this deliberately, then maybe… maybe my marriage really was falling apart.

That evening, when he came home, I couldn’t keep my suspicions bottled in any longer.

“Do you think I don’t notice?” I asked him at dinner, my voice sharper than I intended.

He blinked, startled. “Notice what?”

“You’re sleeping apart. Locking your door. The noises.” I pushed my food around my plate, unable to meet his gaze. “It feels like you’re shutting me out because I’m a burden.”

David’s fork clattered onto the table. “A burden? Mara, how can you think that?” His eyes were wide, almost pained.

“Because you don’t want to be near me anymore,” I murmured.

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