Mein Mann (30) und ich (27) sind seit einem Jahr verheiratet. Vor etwa zwei Wochen wurde es hässlich. Er fing plötzlich an, sein Handy zu verstecken und behauptete, Handys seien privat. Als ich ihn darauf ansprach, schrie er mich wie immer an: „Wie kannst du mir immer noch nicht vertrauen?“ Es kam mir seltsam vor. Er hatte sein Handy immer bei sich, aber gestern hatte ich eine Gelegenheit. Er ging duschen und ließ sein Handy auf dem Tisch liegen. Da sah ich eine Nachricht au

Ich habe oft darüber nachgedacht, wie glücklich ich mich schätzen kann, verheiratet zu sein. Wir sind zwar erst seit einem Jahr verheiratet, aber schon seit fünf Jahren zusammen. Ich hatte immer Angst, dass die Ehe uns verändern würde. Doch stattdessen hat sie uns einander näher gebracht.

We cared more about each other, we loved each other more, and it was perfect. For the first time, I had a real family. My father had left when I was young, and my mother was more focused on her life than mine.

My sister and I grew apart after she got married, and we haven’t spoken since. I never knew what it was like to truly belong to a family, but with Adam, I finally did.

At the time, our first wedding anniversary was approaching and I had planned a surprise.

A romantic dinner at the same restaurant where we had our first date six years ago. I wanted it to be special, to celebrate how far we’ve come together.

However, as the days went by, my husband’s behavior began to change. Adam became distant, began leaving the room to take calls, and his phone was always nearby.

At first, I tried to ignore it, but the secret felt like an ever-increasing weight. Our relationship had always been open. Why was he acting like this?

One evening, after another strange phone call, I couldn’t take it anymore.

When Adam came back, I asked, “What’s going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you cheating on me?” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

“Why do you think that?”

I listed everything—the phone, the secrecy, the distance. “Something has changed.”

“Well, I have a feeling you’re hiding something too.”

I was amazed. “I’m preparing a surprise!”

“Yeah, well, you’re not the only one who knows how to surprise people,” he muttered, visibly annoyed, and walked out of the room.

I stood there, stunned. Was he angry because I’d caught him in something? Was I overreacting?