Not all at once.
That would have been easier to notice.
It happened little by little.
Elon had always been charming.
When we were dating, all of that charm was focused on me.
He was attentive.
Affectionate.
Persistent.
He made me feel chosen.
I mistook the intensity of his pursuit for the depth of his love.
After we married, that attention slowly faded.
At first, he wasn’t openly cruel.
He was simply absent.
Work ran late.
Meetings appeared constantly.
His career became the reason for everything.
Whenever I complained, he became irritated.
So eventually, I stopped complaining.
It was easier.
I learned to avoid certain subjects.
I learned how to tell when he was in a bad mood.
I learned how to make myself agreeable.
Quiet.
Easy.
Low-maintenance.
I told myself that was what a supportive wife did.
Then Sophie was born.
And the imbalance became impossible to ignore.
