When our baby came, the closeness in my marriage went quiet. No fight, no reason I could point to — just distance.

I did what most men do: I worked harder, provided more, tried to fix it. It made things worse. I had to learn the difference between helping my wife and actually reaching her.

That's what I teach now. Not theory from a textbook — the moves I'm running in my own house, with my own wife, right now.

Because the man she chose is still in there. The job is becoming him again.