The Life I Thought Was Over

clean. Honest. That there’s nothing hiding in the corners.”

I reached for his hand.

“I don’t want a perfect marriage,” I said. “I want a real one. And real means complicated sometimes.”

He smiled faintly. “You always were better with words than me.”

“That’s not true,” I said. “You just use fewer of them.”

Later that morning, we made coffee and sat at the continue reading …