On our anniversary at a 5-star resort, my period hit hard. My husband snapped, “You ruined our holiday!” and we didn’t speak on the flight home. The next morning, I packed a bag and told him I needed space to think. I stayed at my sister’s for three days, sleeping, relaxing, and remembering who I was.
He sent messages, apologized, and started therapy. We met at a café, talked honestly, and slowly began rebuilding. Small gestures—flowers, notes, funny cat photos—helped us reconnect.
Six months later, we returned to the same resort. This time, he cared for me during my period, showing he’d changed. Soon after, I found out I was unexpectedly pregnant. He was there through every challenge, and nine months later, our daughter Hope was born—a symbol of growth, healing, and second chances.
That anniversary taught me real love isn’t perfect vacations or Instagram moments. It’s about showing up, choosing each other, and growing together—even when it’s hard.
💛 When it’s right, love is worth fighting for.
