When My Husband Yelled at Me for Not Cooking Through a Fever, I Chose Freedom Over Fear

When My Fever Broke, So Did My Marriage

I was twenty-five when I married Mark, believing that love alone could carry a marriage. I thought that if I worked hard enough, stayed patient enough, and gave enough of myself, things would always be okay.

Three years later, I learned a painful truth — a relationship built on control isn’t love. It’s a slow unraveling of the soul.

That lesson began one night when my body burned with fever. The thermometer read 104°F, and every movement felt like fire beneath my skin. I lay on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, barely able to keep my eyes open.

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