For as long as I could remember,
I felt one step away from greatness.
One missing puzzle piece from a masterpiece. I did everything for everyone. Tried giving everything to get something. And no matter what I achieved, nothing filled the void.
So I packed on more. Worked harder. Said yes to everything. Hidden cigarettes in the backyard for a quick buzz. Late night gaming to avoid being present. Saying yes to every demand that crossed my desk while hiding from the conversations that actually needed to happen at home.
My strategy had a tipping point. And I reached it.
She was trying to reach me.
I wasn't there to be reached.
My wife was bringing the hardest parts of her own journey to me — trying to grow closer, trying to build something real between us. And I dismissed her. Told her it wasn't a big deal. Moved on.
She turned to the people who could meet her where she was. And as I felt that distance growing, something dark came online inside me. A neediness. A resentfulness. An insatiable hunger to be validated, seen, and wanted.
I didn't lose her. I pushed her away — and then resented the distance I created.
That neediness led me into an emotional affair. And when it came to light, my world collapsed.