My Husband Thought I Was Asleep and Whispered the Truth I Wish I Hadn’t Heard

Sometimes, words spoken in the quiet of night linger in unsettling ways.

After a tense argument, our reader lay in bed and heard her husband lean close and whisper something that broke her heart. The next day, he brushed it off with an explanation, but it didn’t make things any better.
One of our readers sent us a message.
Thanks for reaching out! This is definitely a challenging situation, and we’re here with some suggestions that might make things easier.
Ask him to clarify his feelings.

Instead of focusing on the specific words, try to understand how your husband feels about the relationship as a whole.

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