Avoidance of Discussions
Days turned into weeks, and the tension followed us home. Each time I tried to bring up finances, Mark slipped into his routine of deflection. “Hey, did you catch the game last night?” he’d ask, steering the conversation elsewhere with forced ease. His mood would lift in those moments, but mine only sank deeper. Avoidance was becoming his shield—but to me, it was a red flag. Truth was no longer optional; it was essential.
Avoidance Of Discussions
Discovering Odd Patterns
Frustration gave way to determination. I turned to public records, determined to uncover what no one else would admit. What I found unsettled me: debts scattered here and there, with no clear origin and no closure in sight. The puzzle didn’t fit neatly together. If anything, the gaps and contradictions painted a more troubling picture. Their friendly façade suddenly felt like a mask.
Discovering Odd Patterns
