Behind Closed Doors: The People We Live With

Behind Closed Doors: The People We Live With

My name is Stan Andrews, and after finally earning a promotion at my company in Columbus, Ohio, my life seemed to be on track. But the reality at home—a silent apartment shared with my distant father—kept me from truly celebrating any success. Torn between responsibility and my own happiness, I found myself questioning what it really means to belong somewhere, and who we become when we hide our struggles from the world.

As I packed my bags, the house felt colder than ever. The climb had saved me in many ways, giving me confidence and a sense of achievement. But as I closed the door behind me, I couldn't help but wonder if it was all worth it. In gaining a title, I had lost a partner

As I packed my bags, the house felt colder than ever. The climb had saved me in many ways, giving me confidence and a sense of achievement. But as I closed the door behind me, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was all worth it. In gaining a title, I had lost a partner

I never pursued a career aggressively, preferring a balanced life. But when Michael’s success began to change him, I realized I had to step up. Here’s why advancing my career became essential to maintaining my marriage, though not everything turned out as hoped.