Running to Work, Hiding from Home: The Secret Pain Behind My Morning Smile
Every morning, I rush out the door, pretending I’m late for work, when the real reason is I can’t stand another moment at home with my husband’s constant criticism and cold indifference. The office, with all its deadlines and coffee stains, has become my sanctuary—my one place to breathe and feel seen. But as the days blur together and the weight of my choices grows heavier, I wonder how much longer I can keep hiding from my own life.