The Surprising Truth About Failure That Took Me Years to Accept—and How It Changed Everything
We were polite roommates managing logistics. The warmth between us had gone quiet.
We could have kept going like that, telling ourselves it was just a busy season.
Instead, we acknowledged it wasn’t working. We started scheduling intentional time together.
Not elaborate dates. Just an hour on Sunday mornings to talk without distractions.
We rebuilt intimacy slowly, through small daily repairs.
That experience made me a better counselor.
I stopped assuming connection happens automatically in long-term relationships. I started teaching couples to schedule time for each other the same way they’d schedule a meeting.
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