04/06/2026
Do you ever worry he’s cheating? No. I worry he’s tired That he’s working too much. That he is quietly saving too much. He’s not out chasing other women, he’s out chasing our dreams, stability, a future we can breathe in. He sacrifices more than anyone sees to make sure we have everything we need. So no, cheating doesn’t scare me, burnout does. I fear we will lose ourselves while building everything we’ve prayed for.
I see the way his shoulders carry stress he never talks about. The way he says “I’m fine” when his eyes look heavy. He’s building a life for us, brick by brick, but I don’t want a perfect house if we’re too exhausted to live in it together.
I’d rather have less and have him. Present, rested, laughing with me at dinner instead of asleep on the couch.
So I’ll remind him: we’re not in a race. We’re building a home, not just a bank account. I’m not going anywhere. Take the break. Let me carry some of it too.
Because the dream means nothing if we lose each other chasing it.