He came back different — what now?
We were together since uni. Planned everything — wedding, kids, the little house in Lviv with the picket fence 🤦 Thought we had it all figured out. Then the invasion hit and he joined the territorial defence. I begged him not to go but what choice did we have? He was gone 14 months. Not dead. Not hurt. Just… changed. Now he’s back and talks about simplicity like it’s holy. Says we don’t need travel or nice clothes or even saving for that house anymore. Wants to live in some village near the border grow potatoes and ‘reconnect with the land’. Me? I just want a normal life again. Therapy. Maybe see the ocean. Something that doesn’t remind me of blood and sirens. We used to agree on everything. Now it’s like we’re speaking different languages. His mom says I’m selfish for not supporting his ‘new path’. But I didn’t survive the bombings to become a peasant wife. We’re not even fighting — just… drifting. Is this love or just habit keeping us together?