The silence is not the hole. It is what he pours into it.
You tried the marriage counseling. You planned the date nights. You read the book on the five love languages and did every act of service in it. You asked him, gently, to talk. None of it filled the thing he won't name.
The hole was there before the silence. It was there in vacation Bible school when he asked you what 'perish' meant. It was there in the toast he gave at your wedding with three Bible verses. The thing every man you've loved has had. The thing he does not have a name for. The phone doesn't fill it. Work doesn't fill it. He could pour a reservoir in and it would not fill.
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Marriage counseling — eleven polite sessions
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Date nights — he said thanks, then went quiet
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The five-love-languages book — no change
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Asking him to talk — made the silence louder