Your marriage is at 11:45. You have 15 minutes before it's too late.
You didn't wake up one day and decide to let your marriage fall apart. It happened slowly. Quietly. One disconnected conversation at a time.
You remember when you couldn't wait to tell your spouse about your day. Now you can barely look at them across the dinner table.
You remember when touching each other felt natural. Now you can't remember the last time you held hands.
You remember when you felt like a team. Now you feel like you're managing logistics with a stranger.
And you're terrified that it might actually be over.