Real Talk by quiet effort

We used to thank each other for everything. Eve...

We used to thank each other for everything. Every dinner cooked, every ride home, every little surprise. Somewhere along the years, we stopped. Love turned into routine, and routine turned...

We used to thank each other for everything. Eve...

We used to thank each other for everything. Every dinner cooked, every ride home, every little surprise. Somewhere along the years, we stopped. Love turned into routine, and routine turned...

Some days it feels like we’re drowning. Work de...

Some days it feels like we’re drowning. Work deadlines, bills piling up, kids crying over bedtime, toys everywhere. It’s loud, it’s messy, and sometimes we snap at each other like...

Some days it feels like we’re drowning. Work de...

Some days it feels like we’re drowning. Work deadlines, bills piling up, kids crying over bedtime, toys everywhere. It’s loud, it’s messy, and sometimes we snap at each other like...

I didn’t notice how much you were slowing down....

I didn’t notice how much you were slowing down. I just kept rushing past—too busy, too distracted, too sure you’d always be the strong one. Then one day, I saw...

I didn’t notice how much you were slowing down....

I didn’t notice how much you were slowing down. I just kept rushing past—too busy, too distracted, too sure you’d always be the strong one. Then one day, I saw...

I used to think kids never noticed the little t...

I used to think kids never noticed the little things. But then one day, I saw you quietly setting the table without me asking. Or when you picked up your...

I used to think kids never noticed the little t...

I used to think kids never noticed the little things. But then one day, I saw you quietly setting the table without me asking. Or when you picked up your...

Do you know how invisible I’ve felt? Years of d...

Do you know how invisible I’ve felt? Years of doing the things no one notices—washing dishes after midnight, fixing the drawer that always stuck, making sure the car was gassed...

Do you know how invisible I’ve felt? Years of d...

Do you know how invisible I’ve felt? Years of doing the things no one notices—washing dishes after midnight, fixing the drawer that always stuck, making sure the car was gassed...

Some nights the silence feels unbearable. I sta...

Some nights the silence feels unbearable. I stare at my phone and wonder how we’re supposed to keep this up, miles apart, different time zones, missing all the little moments...

Some nights the silence feels unbearable. I sta...

Some nights the silence feels unbearable. I stare at my phone and wonder how we’re supposed to keep this up, miles apart, different time zones, missing all the little moments...