I began my packing with the essentials: stretchy pants—those comfy yoga-style ones that scream, “new mom here.” The kind of pants that suggest I might be trying, but let’s be real, they were still a step up from my old boxers. I was in a hurry, tossing in graphic tees, simple tank tops, a few bras, and a hodgepodge of socks, some with partners and some without.
I didn’t have the luxury of time to think about coordinating outfits or whether my choices were practical for the heat of summer. I just needed to get it done—zip the suitcase, grab my sleeping 11-month-old daughter, and walk out. I felt an overwhelming urge to leave.
It hadn’t always been this way. I’d met my husband, the father of my child, when we were just kids—12 years old, to be exact. We were shy seventh graders who barely spoke. But after mustering my courage to ask him to save a dance at a Halloween dance, we began to form a friendship that blossomed into romance. We quickly became engaged and were married not long after.
As the years passed, our relationship evolved. I found myself questioning whether I truly loved him or if I was merely infatuated with the idea of him. Before long, I was packing that small suitcase, mentally drafting an exit plan. I wanted a divorce.
Having a child transforms everything. While I had heard about sleepless nights and the toll on my body, no one warned me how profoundly becoming a parent could shift my marriage. As the novelty of parenthood faded, the specter of divorce crept in. We were arguing more, withdrawing from one another, and I was drowning in tears.
Soon, I considered leaving—not in a teenage rebellion kind of way, but rather in a desperate search for clarity. I was working more, sleeping less, and that suitcase became a constant presence beside my nightstand. It remained packed for months until finally, I told my husband, his family, and our friends that I wanted a divorce.
But we decided to try marriage counseling before taking that final step. We agreed to give our relationship one last chance.
Marriage is tough—really tough. Anyone who says otherwise is kidding themselves. It requires ongoing effort, patience, and compromise. The initial romance often resembles a perfect Hallmark card, but eventually, reality sets in. Communication breaks down, and arguments erupt over trivial matters, leaving you feeling numb and disconnected.
I know this struggle well; I was on the verge of financial independence while contemplating divorce because we had lost sight of each other. We needed to try everything possible to repair our bond, including therapy.
Fast forward over a year into counseling, and while I can’t predict the future, I know we’re making progress. There’s a renewed sense of understanding, tenderness, empathy, and love between us. Our walls are coming down, and my suitcase is finally unpacked. For today, that’s enough.
Today, I’m not just in love with the idea of my husband; I’m genuinely in love with him.
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In summary, marriage can be a rollercoaster ride, especially with the addition of a child. While struggles are inevitable, seeking help through counseling can lead to healing and renewed love.