Hi everyone, Hannah here. This is a difficult story to share, but I feel like I need to. I’m a 38-year-old mom of two amazing kids (seven and five), and I’ve been married to my husband, Luke, for nearly a decade. We’ve had our share of challenges, like any couple. But something that happened on our recent trip to Mexico shocked me.

Imagine this: we’re in Mexico, surrounded by stunning beaches and gorgeous weather. I was so excited about this trip. I had planned everything meticulously because, let’s face it, as a mom, I rarely get a break.

This was supposed to be our time to reconnect, relax, and just enjoy each other’s company. But right from the start, Luke was acting weird. Every time I asked him to take a photo of me or with me, he’d brush it off.

“I’m not in the mood,” he’d say, or “Can we do it later?” At first, I didn’t think much of it. Maybe he was just tired from the travel, right? But then it kept happening.

We were on this beautiful beach, and I was wearing this new dress I bought just for the trip. I felt good about myself, which is rare these days after two kids and all. I asked Luke, “Can you take a picture of me with the sunset?”