My Husband Forced Me To Set The Table And Apologize Until The Doorbell Rang

house by myself for a while. I did not call anyone. I did not go through my phone. I just sat in the dining room with the winter light coming through the south-facing window and let the afternoon exist around me. It was the first time in a long time that silence had felt like rest rather than like waiting for something to go wrong.

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