The last couple of days have been rough. I’m not going to sugarcoat it. Two nights ago, my husband and I had this huge, explosive fight. He was drunk and I was very defensive, and it was… awful. I can’t even begin to go over the details without feeling a rush of anxiety. That night left a mark.

Fast forward to today, and it’s as if nothing happened. Well, at least for him. I guess the alcohol might’ve worked in his favor, erasing some memories. When I try to bring up the things that were said and done, he brushes it off with a “people say hurtful things when they’re mad.” That line—ugh. It’s such an easy cop-out, isn’t it? I’m still reeling from it, trying to be okay, trying to act like nothing is wrong, but when I’m reminded of what went down, I instinctively distance myself from him. It’s like an emotional reflex.

The night of the fight, I reached out to a couple of close friends and relatives. I just needed to talk to someone. It felt right at that moment to share what was happening because I was in it—I was hurt, I was angry, and I didn’t want to sit in it alone. But now? I feel embarrassed. I’m starting to wonder if I made a mistake by telling them.

This has been swirling in my head for days. Should I have kept quiet? Should I have shielded my relationship from outside eyes? Because here’s the thing: now that we’re in the aftermath, where things have “settled,” I worry about how my friends see us. How they see him. Do they still view us as the same couple they did before? Or have I, by letting them in on our rough night, permanently altered the way they perceive us?

It’s this constant tug-of-war. On one hand, you need your friends during those vulnerable moments. You need that outlet to pour out all the raw emotions because they just can’t stay bottled up inside. But on the other hand, when the dust settles and you’re left standing with your partner again, there’s this quiet fear—have I crossed a line? Did I expose too much? Will they look at him differently? Will they look at us differently?

I don’t know the answer. I keep playing it over and over in my head. We’re human, and we fight—sometimes badly, like the other night. But does letting people in on that messy part of our lives do more harm than good? Maybe it’s something we’ll just have to live with, this balance of wanting support from friends while also protecting the intimate parts of our relationship. But right now, I’m left questioning my decision. Maybe some things are best left unsaid—until you’re absolutely sure that saying them won’t change everything.

I guess time will tell how this will play out. But for now, I’m still navigating the aftershocks of that night, and trying to figure out where the line should’ve been drawn.