Falling in love with Alex felt like stepping into the pages of a novel—exciting, emotional, and full of quiet depth. From the beginning, our connection was intense and deeply emotional. We made a choice early on to keep our relationship focused on emotional and spiritual intimacy until we were married. That decision brought us even closer, though I always sensed there was a part of Alex he wasn’t ready to reveal.
As our wedding day approached, I occasionally saw flickers of something unspoken—moments when Alex seemed distant or uneasy. He once alluded to a painful memory from his childhood, but I never pressed. I believed that love meant giving him space to open up when he was ready. Our wedding was perfect—surrounded by family, laughter, and so much love.
After the reception, we were completely exhausted but happy. I slipped into bed, heart full, ready to start this next chapter. But what happened next caught me completely off guard. From behind the door, I heard Alex whispering—to his mother. “Mom, I can’t do it,” he said, his voice trembling. “Can you come in?” My mind raced. Why was she here?
What couldn’t he do? When the door opened, and both of them stepped in, I was confused and, honestly, a bit frightened. That’s when the truth came out. When Alex was just five years old, a burglar broke into his bedroom in the middle of the night.
