When They Choose Somewhere Else

I believe everyone has a place that feels like peace to them. For my husband, it's fast cars and good friends. Every weekend. Late nights. Drinks flowing. Laughter with friends. It’s his happy place.

But what happens when their happy place becomes your heartbreak?

This started becoming a bigger part of his life right when my journey with breast cancer began. The day I came home ready to talk—scared, confused, needing him—he was gone. I sat there alone, trying to navigate the biggest decisions of my life with no one beside me.

He doesn’t stop going. I’ve told him how I feel. That it hurts. That it leaves me vacationing and doing life without him. He listens—but then he goes again.

And the truth is… who am I to tell someone not to do what they love?

Where do you draw the line between respecting someone’s joy and acknowledging your own loneliness?

Because little by little, I feel it. The push. The growing distance. The two separate lives we’re living under one roof.

I believe people spend time with who they want to. They talk to who they want to. Excuses usually don’t matter—they’re just stories we tell to cover the truth we don’t want to say out loud.

So here I am. In the middle. Trying to navigate what’s fair. What’s healthy. What’s mine to carry and what’s not.

I’ll get there. I always do.

Boundaries are not about control—they’re about clarity.