I sat on the edge of our neatly made bed, feeling the weight of loneliness pressing down on my chest like a heavy stone. Michael had been working late again, buried in his projects and meetings, leaving me to navigate the silence of our home alone. The walls felt like they were closing in, the ticking clock echoing my growing despair. I picked up my phone, scrolling through social media mindlessly, but the bright images of happy couples only deepened my sense of isolation.

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