The Night Before Our Wedding, I Heard What He Really Thought of Me

from the inside.

Baggage. Desperate. Asset. Soft.

I looked down the hallway where my children slept—Liam, who was afraid of Owen, who relaxed when Owen left, who had been trying to tell me something for months in the only language an eight-year-old has, which is the language of the body, and I hadn’t listened. Sophie, who had stopped singing since we continue reading …