The first time I noticed it, I thought it was my imagination. My husband, Daniel, had always been meticulous about hygiene, but a faint, unpleasant odor began lingering around him. At first, I brushed it off—maybe it was the trash or the dog—but over weeks, it persisted, even after showers and clean clothes. I worried silently, unsure if it was temporary or something deeper.
As time went on, Daniel seemed more exhausted. His appetite changed, he avoided cooking, and his clothes didn’t seem to mask the smell. I tried stronger detergents and extra washes, but nothing worked. Fear slowly replaced frustration, and I realized staying silent was no longer kindness—it was avoidance.