My husband and I had just boarded a flight to Miami when I fell asleep on his shoulder. Later, I woke and found my husband gone and a mysterious man in his spot! He hushed me before I could scream, and urgently whispered, “Your husband is not who he seems to be…” When Jerry took on that new project six months ago, I knew it would be demanding. I just didn’t realize it would consume him entirely, leaving me feeling like an unwanted piece of luggage in our marriage.Late nights, weekends away—our relationship was becoming a ghost town. Conversations were strained, his eyes always glazed over with disinterest whenever I tried to talk about us. It felt like I was screaming into a void. So, when Jerry suggested postponing our week-long vacation to Miami, I stood my ground. “Everything’s already booked,” I told him firmly. “We can’t cancel.” “We have to,” he snapped. “My project has reached a crucial phase.
