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Today is our 7th wedding anniversary.

And the hardest thing I’ve learned over these years is this:

The problem was often me.

Not because I didn’t love my wife.
I did. I still do.
But somewhere between responsibilities, stress, work, routine, and becoming too comfortable, I forgot that love also needs to be shown, not just silently felt.

I became emotionally unavailable at times.
Distracted.
Tired.
Sometimes careless with words.
Sometimes absent even while sitting right beside her.

There were moments she needed softness and got silence instead.
Moments she needed support and I acted like my stress mattered more.
Moments she kept holding us together quietly while I didn’t even notice she was struggling too.

And still… she stayed.

Not because marriage was easy.
Not because I was perfect.
But because she kept choosing us even during the difficult phases.

Looking back, I realize how many things I took for granted, her patience, her understanding, her ability to love me even when I wasn’t easy to love.

Seven years later, I don’t want to pretend I’ve figured everything out.
I’m still learning how to communicate better.
How to listen properly.
How to love in ways that can actually be felt.

But today I just want to say this:

Thank you for not giving up on me.
Thank you for staying through the immature, distracted, flawed versions of me.
Thank you for carrying this relationship on days I was too blind to see how much effort you were putting in.

I hope the next years of our marriage feel softer, happier, and more loved for you.

And I hope one day I become the husband you already saw in me from the beginning.

For me, it’s my wallet.

Got it back in 2008.

That wallet has literally seen my whole life unfold.

It saw my first love.
My college days.
My breakups.
The exams I passed and the ones I failed.
It saw me graduate.
It saw the first salary I ever earned being folded and kept inside it.

It carried my girlfriend’s photo once.
Today it carries my wife’s photo and my daughter’s photo.

There were days it stayed completely empty.
But weirdly, having that wallet with me always made me feel like I wouldn’t run out of money forever. Like it had my back somehow.

It got old.
Fell into seawater once.
Got damaged.
Edges torn, leather faded.

But it still survived everything and kept going.

At this point, it feels less like a wallet and more like a silent witness to my life.

Mine was accidentally creating a 180-member WhatsApp group instead of a broadcast list during Vishu 2017.

At 5 AM, half asleep, I made a group called “Happy Vishnu,” randomly added 180 contacts thinking it was a broadcast, sent one Vishu greeting photo, and went back to sleep.

Woke up to complete chaos.

Random people chatting, girls complaining about getting messages from strangers, uncles sending flower “Good Morning” texts, people forwarding random messages like it was a family group that existed for years.

Then I made it worse.

I thought leaving the group would automatically delete it.

Instead, WhatsApp promoted another admin… who turned out to be my client project manager, a local Arab lady.

I was genuinely terrified because the group was still fully active with people wishing each other goodnight and sharing forwards.

Finally called her and explained everything. Thankfully she laughed it off and deleted the group.

Since then, I’ve never trusted myself with broadcast messages again.

To married cocos,

Wife sent me this after I liked a reel from a girl I follow on instagram.

This girl who posted the reel is not an influencer or anything big..just someone with around 2k followers.

Once I had confessed to my wife that, before marriage, I had a huge crush on this girl (this girl doesn’t even know I exist) 🤣

I think this is worse than just “not having enough physical intimacy.”

We do have it.

I get turned on. My body responds. Everything works.

From the outside, it probably looks completely normal.

But I barely feel anything.
No excitement. No build-up. No real desire.

It just feels like I’m… participating in something I’m supposed to enjoy.

And the worst part is, I don’t even look forward to it anymore.

It’s not her looks. She’s attractive.

It’s not that something is physically wrong.

It’s just… there’s no spark at all.

No tension. No pull. No sense of being wanted.
If I stopped initiating, I’m pretty sure it would just disappear and nothing would change for her.

So now it feels one-sided and empty at the same time, which is a weird place to be.

And this is where it gets confusing:
Everything else in the relationship is genuinely great.
Like, annoyingly good.
We connect, we support each other, we function as a team. There’s peace, stability, and actual care.

So I’m stuck sitting here thinking:

How can something feel this right emotionally and this flat physically?

And I don’t even know how to talk about it properly.
Saying “we don’t have enough” is one thing.

Saying “even when we do, I don’t feel anything” feels way harsher.

I’ve tried to ignore it. Told myself this is just what happens over time.
But it’s starting to feel like I’m slowly disconnecting from that part of myself.

Not angry. Not resentful. Just… numb.

And honestly, that feels worse.

Has anyone actually come back from this?

Or once it starts feeling like this, is that just how it stays?

I’m back at my desk now, going through photos, and it’s hitting me a bit harder than I expected.

This wasn’t just a vacation.

For the last 3 years, I hadn’t really taken a proper break. Work kept building up, responsibilities kept growing, and somewhere along the way it just became normal to keep going without stopping. You tell yourself you’ll take time off “soon”… and then 3 years pass.

At some point, it stopped being just “busy” and started feeling like burnout. But I didn’t fully acknowledge it until I stepped away.

Switzerland started as just reels on my phone. Perfect lakes, mountains, those unreal views. I kept seeing one family’s road trip videos over and over, and something about it made me think: maybe we can actually do this… even with a 3-year-old. I even reached out to her later to say thanks, because that push is what made this trip happen.

And now, after 11 days and about 1,600 km of driving, I feel like I’ve reset something inside me.

Of course, the big places were incredible. Lauterbrunnen didn’t feel real standing there, hearing the waterfalls instead of just watching them. Titlis was freezing and surreal and completely worth it.

But what stayed with me wasn’t just that.

It was the quiet, unplanned moments.

Stopping the car because the water looked too blue to ignore.

Letting my daughter just run around near a random lake while we sat there doing absolutely nothing.

Small towns, simple meals, no rush, no pressure to “optimize” the day.

For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t thinking about work in the background. No constant mental checklist. No pressure. Just… being there.

Driving became part of that reset. Those long stretches of road. Mountains on one side, lakes on the other, felt strangely calming. Like each kilometer was taking some of that built-up stress away.

Traveling with a toddler isn’t always easy, but in a way, it forced us to slow down. And that probably made this trip what it was.

Now that I’m back, the photos are great, but they don’t capture what actually changed.

This trip reminded me how much I needed to step away. Not just physically, but mentally.

If you’ve been pushing non-stop for years like I was, take the break. Even if it feels inconvenient. Even if you think you can delay it a bit more.

You probably need it more than you think.