The minute you walk out of the public eye and into your own house, the conversation stops. The laughter stops. The communication stops. The friendship stops. And reality hits.

You sit at a dinner table barely speaking. You have nothing to share. Your day could have been the worst possible day but the reality is not one person cares enough to ask you how your day was. They don't want to know. They just simply don't care. They are too preoccupied with what's going on in their own life. They care too much about what they dealt with the day before, night before, at work, in their own family life or in their own mind. What happened to you that day doesn't matter. They simply don't want to take the time, make the effort or put forth the energy to show they care.

This is what it's like behind closed doors.

When you are out in public, it looks good. People think you have a good thing. They watch you, see the smiles on your faces, see you talking to each other, see the interactions between the children, listen to what you say to each other and wish deep down they had what you had. If only they saw what it's like behind closed doors.

They would see a dinner table with stilted conversations, limited communication, sharing nothing between each other and the fact that one texts, one reads, one doesn't participate in the conversation and everything else goes on around them. They would see the dinner table getting cleaned up with barely a word said during the process. They would see one person struggling with their demons and the others not caring. They would see a person going through their daily life wondering if anyone gives a damn about what's going on in their head. And when it's all over? They wouldn't see the happy smiles, the hand holding as the couple walks up the stairs, the intimate lovemaking in the bedroom and the snuggling that occurs afterward as they fall asleep.

What they would see is two people living different lives - one going upstairs and sleeping half the night away and the other staying up half the night. Walking upstairs when the lights are off. Going into a separate bedroom. Sleeping alone. Texting friends on the phone. Reading books on their computer. Sitting up at night wondering what the hell went wrong. And saying a prayer that this never happens to anyone they know.

This article could be about you. It could be about your parents. It could be about your neighbors. It could be about your friends. It could be about anyone you know. It could be about me. It could be about someone that you don't know. It could be about a lot of people. But what you and others don't realize is that this happens more often than not.

Couples get stuck. They have mortgage payments. Obligations. Children. Bills. Credit cards. Joint bank accounts. And it's not that easy to simply wake up one morning, realize you are disgusted with the relationship, unhappy and miserable and walk away. It's not a simple decision to make. It's not as easy as flipping a light switch and starting over.

One day ends. Another day starts. A couple walks in the front door. The conversation stops. The communication ends. The relationship stops existing for the public eye. And they go about their separate ways. One talks to friends. The other lives their life independently. They share nothing. They confide no secrets in each other. One doesn't know the other is dying inside.

And life goes on.