My husband and I had a huge argument one night, the kind that drains all the warmth out of the room. Instead of trying to talk it out, we both went silent and agreed to sleep in separate rooms. I was upset, exhausted, and emotional—but I still couldn’t fall asleep.
I just lay there in the dark with my eyes closed, trying to calm my thoughts and finally drift off.
At some point, I heard the door open.
My husband quietly walked into the room, like he was just grabbing something he forgot. I stayed still, pretending to be asleep because I didn’t want another confrontation. I heard him move around… and then suddenly, he stopped right next to the bed.
He paused for a moment, leaned down close to me, and whispered:
“I wish we’d never married.”
My heart sank. I felt like the air left my body. I didn’t open my eyes. I didn’t move. I just laid there frozen, trying to convince myself I misheard him—trying to make it not real.
But I know what I heard.
The next morning, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Those words kept looping in my head like a broken recording. I couldn’t focus on anything else. Finally, I decided I needed to ask him directly—because if he meant it, I deserved to know.
So I confronted him and said, “Last night… did you say you wished we’d never gotten married?”
He stared at me, completely confused, and said I must have been dreaming. He insisted he never said anything like that.
But I’m certain. I didn’t imagine it.
Now I don’t know what to do. Do I trust my own memory? Do I let it go? Or is this a sign that something is seriously wrong in our marriage?
