but things changed. The trust was gone—fractured, not shattered—and instead of pretending everything was fine, they began therapy. Slowly, painfully, they unpacked the lies, the distance, and the reasons. Lee never got even. Even when friends encouraged her to. She stayed—not because she was weak,
but because she saw something still worth saving. Not the version of their marriage that once was, but something new—something built on truth this time. Trust didn’t come back all at once. But day by day, moment by moment, they’re laying down new bricks. Not to rebuild what was lost—but to build something stronger.