He Called It a “Compromise”—Until My Cats Exposed His True Heart

I can’t sleep. I’m constantly itchy. I’m constantly—”

He stopped. Then, quieter: “I’m constantly second.”

That sentence—the first truly vulnerable thing he’d said about it—hit me in a strange way.

It would’ve softened me.

If he hadn’t followed it with what came next.

“You know what I think?” he said. “I think you like being needed by them. You like being continue reading …