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She wasn’t always like this. There was a time when she believed life would follow a simple path—love, marriage, stability. But somewhere between expectations and reality, something in her shifted. The marriage came too fast, or perhaps her feelings never caught up to it. What was meant to feel like home slowly became something she couldn’t recognize. Before marriage, she was always surrounded by people—especially male friends who made her feel seen, heard, and alive. With them, she never had to pretend. There were no expectations, no pressure to be anything more than who she wanted to be in that moment. They laughed louder, stayed out longer, and lived without boundaries. After marriage, she tried to fit into the role of a wife, but it felt unnatural, almost suffocating. The silence of her home contrasted too sharply with the chaos she once loved. Slowly, she drifted back to her old circle—late-night hangouts, spontaneous plans, and long hours spent with friends who never questioned her choices. Most nights, she finds herself surrounded by those same male friends, drinking, laughing, and losing track of time. The alcohol blurs everything—the guilt, the confusion, the growing distance between her and the life she’s supposed to live. In those moments, she feels free again, like the version of herself she actually recognizes. But every night ends the same way. She returns home unsteady, the laughter gone, replaced by a heavy silence. The house feels colder each time she steps in. Her husband’s presence is a reminder of everything she’s avoiding. She barely acknowledges him, brushing past as if he’s just another object in the room. Over time, her detachment turns into resentment, and that resentment into quiet disgust. Not necessarily because of who he is, but because he represents a life she cannot accept. A life she feels forced into. And so, she continues the cycle—choosing the noise, the people, the alcohol—over the stillness that might force her to confront the tru