Emotionally Detached from Everyone but You

My husband, Ethan, had emotional detachment disorder.

In our six years of marriage, he never once smiled at me.

When I sliced my finger chopping vegetables, his face remained blank.

"Everyone gets hurt. Just put a Band-Aid on it. You don't need to show me."

When I walked home late from overtime and was nearly assaulted, all he said was:

"Aren't you fine? Why do you have to tell me every little thing?"

When I got pregnant and had a miscarriage after an accidental fall, I broke down in tears, completely shattered.

Ethan still wore that same indifferent expression.