For 12 years, I was married to a conventionally “nice guy.”
He never hit me. Never cheated (or at least I didn’t know and we never had infidelity issues), he never even argued much.
He was calm. Quiet. Agreeable.
In the beginning I thought that meant I was safe, and I felt lucky to have him.
Because other women had worse right?
But this is exactly why the marriage eventually failed…His “good guy” image meant he never led.
He never decided.
He never carried weight.
So I did. I had to step in and keep the boat rowing and afloat.
Financially. Emotionally. Strategically.
And eventually I was left tired, exhausted and resentful.
Because “nice” without initiative is passivity.
And passivity turns a wife into infrastructure.
I wasn’t married to a monster.
I was married to a passenger.
And I had to step off that car that was leading me to oblivion.
the one where sunny spend christmas alone?
an rsof christmas special🎄
#minwon one-shot au
maybe that’s just how it goes—christmas loses a little of its sparkle as you grow older. sunny learned that the hard way, far from home in massachusetts, where college stretched the days thin and the nights colder than he expected.
now, with only a few days left before he returns to the philippines, he’s chasing a quiet reminder of what christmas once was: warm, bright, and full of wonder.
but can the magic of the season find him again, or has it already slipped through his fingers?