I keep fighting for a marriage that my husband already walked away from. Every fight ends the same way. He says he's done. He says he wants nothing to do with me. And I'm the one who breaks first. The one who apologises. The one who begs. The one who bows down just to save us. Not because I'm weak. but because I believed in our marriage. There were nights I was shaking from panic attacks, crying in front of him, struggling just to breathe. And he just stood there cold. Silent. Like my pain meant nothing. That kind of silence breaks a person. But the part that hurts the most. Is everything my body has been through just to build the family we once dreamed of. Multiple miscarriages. IVF injections. Hope after hope. only to watch it shatter. And now he says he doesn't even want a child. Yet he keeps me holding onto promisesthat were never real. Fake hope can destroy a heart even more than the truth. Still. every morning I wake up trying to save a marriage that I might be the only one fighting for. And loving someone who keeps choosing to hurt you is a pain no words can truly explain.