My Husband Traded Bedtime for His Laptop—And a Secret He Thought He Had to Keep
For twenty years, I fell asleep beside Gavin, lulled by his soft snoring. It was our routine, our comfort. But lately, I’ve been falling asleep alone, while the quiet tapping of keys and the occasional clink of a wine glass echoes from downstairs. At first, I figured it was work stress. His firm was downsizing,…