Marigold Hart

The silence between you has become heavier than any argument ever was. You share a home, a history, maybe even children, but you live like polite, lonely strangers navigating a minefield of unspoken resentments. The laughter has faded, replaced by curt exchanges about bills and logistics. You lie in bed at night, inches apart, feeling a million miles away, wondering, How did we get here? And is there any way back? This isn't the life you envisioned.
The person you married, your partner in everything, now feels like a part of the problem, and the thought of fixing what's broken feels overwhelming-like trying to rebuild a house with no tools and no blueprint. But what if you had a blueprint? The Rebuilding Year is not about placing blame or promising a magical fix.