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I know sleep-talking isn’t a signed confession. I know the brain does strange things at night. But this wasn’t random, no, it was a name, spoken with urgency, followed by “I lied.”
Those two things together aren’t easy to dismiss. And they didn’t come out of nowhere. They came after two years of boundary-free contact with a man who already felt too present in our marriage.
Here’s what I keep coming back to: I’m not a jealous husband. I’ve never gone through her phone. Never accused her of anything. I’ve always given her the benefit of the doubt, maybe too much of it.
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But right now I’m sitting with something I don’t know how to name. It’s not jealousy, I think, it’s that specific, awful feeling of wondering whether the version of your marriage you believed in was ever fully real. I don’t want to blow up 7 years over a dream. But I also can’t keep pretending I didn’t hear what I heard.
— Mark
