It didn’t happen all at once. There was no epic fight. No sudden confession. No dramatic breaking point. It was a slow unraveling.A series of quiet, cruel moments.Each one cutting just a little deeper.And the worst part? I didn’t even know it was happening—because I was already carrying so much pain that I couldn’t see the betrayal through the fog of it all. We were struggling. Not because of us—at least, that’s what I thought.We were drowning in his depression, his mental health spiral.I was exhausted, trying to hold both of us up.And I honestly believed we were in it together. So when I left for vacation with our son…