Jared Freed

Let's get it together.

The app is quick.

It's called Tinder because it was a little tiny flicker.

You're getting to know them?

Let's see if that's a flame.

Right.

Let's see if it could be a flame.

I'm a 21-year-old female, recently married.

This will be as relatable as a fucking...

Hot dog cake.

And I feel like my relationship has slowly broken down in a way I don't fully understand.

In the beginning, I was exactly the person my husband says he fell in love with.

Supportive, affectionate, excited about him, and fully there for his goals.

And I truly showed up that way.

But from early on, there were issues.

He didn't fully trust me, could be overly protective.

And during arguments, especially when drinking, he would handle things poorly and then deflect or turn it back on me.

Apologies would come later, but only after the damage was already done.

There were moments that stuck with me, like Christmas, where he crossed a serious boundary and blamed me for it.

Over time, I also felt like I was coming second to his music and ambitions while I was managing everything else, our home, the day-to-day, even transportation.