The months passed quietly. There were no big dramatic moments, no sudden breakthroughs, and no loud celebrations. Instead, something softer and steadier grew between us. Life began to feel normal again. Not a boring or empty normal, but a good one. A safe one. It felt like a house finally settling after a long storm, when the floors stop creaking and everything feels solid under your feet.
Our therapy sessions slowly changed. At first, we went every week. Then every two weeks. Eventually, it became a once-a-month check-in. We no longer needed constant guidance. We had learned tools — simple phrases, pauses, and habits that helped us slow down before things turned into fights. More importantly, we had started to trust each other again. The trust was still delicate, but it was growing. And
