For years, I ignored the small box under our Christmas tree. Tyler claimed it was a memento from his first love—a harmless memory, he said. But last Christmas, curiosity got the best of me. When I opened it, I found something that changed everything.
Tyler and I met when I was 32 and he was 35. Our connection was instant, and everything seemed perfect. But over time, I realized his calm demeanor wasn’t confidence—it was avoidance.
During our first Christmas together, I noticed a small box under the tree. Tyler explained it was a gift from his first love, a memory he never opened. “It doesn’t mean anything,” he said, but something felt off.
Years passed. We married, had kids, and built a life. Every Christmas, the box reappeared, untouched. One year, I asked again, “Why keep it?” Tyler shrugged it off, dismissing my concerns.
After our kids left home, the house grew quieter, but the box remained, an unspoken presence. Last Christmas, something inside me snapped.
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