I Was the Emotionally Unavailable Husband
I used to think I was a good husband. I showed up, I paid the bills, I never cheated, I never yelled. By every measure I'd been handed, I was fine. My wife would tell you different. She would tell you she was lonely in a house with me in it.
Two years ago a job loss knocked something loose in me, and going quiet turned into hours in the garage, a pipe in my hand and the TV loud enough that I didn't have to hear my own thoughts. I wasn't gone. I was just not there. This week I talk about what it actually took to walk back through that door, the friends who wouldn't let me sit in that garage in…
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