I’m Mitsuki. My family of four includes my husband, our eldest daughter Yuna (7th grade), and our eldest son Itsuki (4th grade). Yuna is a stylish middle schooler attending a private school, and she’s loving every single day of it. Itsuki gives his all to soccer, keeping busy with practices and games even on weekends. My husband, Shigeru, and I have been married for 15 years. We’ve lived a peaceful life together, dividing our roles—he handles work, and I take care of the home and kids. Our life is quiet and ordinary, but I treasure every moment. I always thought that even after the kids left the nest, we’d go on supporting each other just like this. At least, that’s what I believed.
I truly thought we were doing great. He worked hard at his job, while I carried the load with the house and the kids. I saw us as irreplaceable partners, running team “family” together with a clear division of labor.
I respected my husband, and I loved him dearly.
Right now, our days are still a whirlwind with the kids, but I figured once they eventually grew up and moved out, it would just be the two of us again, so we should keep our bond strong. That’s why I was completely blind-sided when he told me he couldn’t see me as a woman anymore.