While I was on maternity leave, my life shifted in ways I never could’ve imagined. Diapers, dishes, and an endless cycle of exhaustion became my new reality. Meanwhile, my husband, Trey, would stroll in after work, barely lifting a finger, then scoff at the mess and call me lazy for buying a robot vacuum. To him, it seemed like I did nothing all day. Little did he know, I had a plan brewing. It was 3:28 a.m. when the baby monitor crackled to life. The sound now felt more reliable

The Guest Room For most of our marriage, Jason and I shared a bed—just like most couples do. It wasn’t fancy, but it was ours. I used to fall asleep to the sound of him typing on his laptop or flipping pages of whatever book he was reading that week. Sometimes we’d wake up tangled together, warm and half-asleep, and he’d say something dumb like: “You drooled on me again.” I’d laugh and nudge him, “Well, you married me, sucker.” That was us. Not perfect. But real. Connected. Present. So

The Day My Life Crashed… and How Argentina Saved Me I was 45 when my world fell apart. Everything I had—my marriage, my job, my friends—was gone in a flash. My husband had cheated on me. Not just with anyone, but with my best friend. Then, like some cruel joke, my boss fired me the same week. I had nothing left. I remember sinking to the cold wooden floor of my empty apartment, hugging my knees, unable to breathe. The silence was loud. Too loud. “How did my life become