They say love is eternal—but the truth is, it needs tending, like a flame that can dim if neglected. For many people in long-term relationships or marriages, the initial spark that once brought warmth and laughter can slowly fade into silence and distance. And while it’s heartbreaking, it’s also deeply human.Falling out of love doesn’t usually happen with a loud crash. It slips in quietly—bit by bit—until one day you realize the relationship you once cherished no longer brings you comfort. And if you’re over 60, this realization can be even more complex. You’ve likely built a life together: a home, memories, maybe even a family. The guilt, the grief, the confusion—it can all feel overwhelming.
Related Posts
My Son Begged His Dad to Light Fireworks with Him on the 4th of July – But His Dad Ditched Him for His Buddies Instead
The Fourth of July started like any other—flags, burgers, and a backyard full of family. My seven-year-old son, Eli, wore his red-white-and-blue sneakers and waved a tiny…
Dems Reject Schumer, Join Republicans To Give Trump Another Win
More than a dozen Democratic senators voted with Republicans on Monday to confirm President Donald Trump’s latest nominee, himself once a Republican member of the upper chamber….
Democrats Attack Fetterman For Complaining About Stall Tactics
Pennsylvania freshman Sen. John Fetterman (D) made it clear Monday morning that he wasn’t enthusiastic about slogging through a marathon series of votes on President Trump’s “big,…
When My Husband’s Ex Expected Me to Be a Free Tutor, I Learned a Powerful Lesson About Family
I’m a teacher, so my husband’s ex expects me to teach their two kids French. I said, “I’m not a free tutor—I do this for a living!”…
I believed I had chosen a man who, despite his rough edges, wanted nothing more than to share his life with me and his little boy. I told myself I was lucky—I had stepped into a ready-made family where I could finally pour out all the love I had always carried but never had the chance to give a child of my own. Mark had a son from his first marriage. Ethan was just six when I met him. He was small for his age, a little shy, with brown hair that never stayed in place no matter how many times Mark tried to slick it back with water or gel. He wore mismatched socks that made me smile, carried his favorite action figure in his pocket like it was a secret weapon, and ate strawberries as if they were treasure.
When I married Mark, I thought my life was finally falling into place. I had no idea it would unravel into something that sounded like one of…
The Man With The Red Cap
I always let my 8-year-old, Noah, play in the park below our balcony, where I could watch him. One day, CPS showed up, saying an old man…