He Wanted to Erase Our Marriage at Dinner

me a coffee so bad it tasted like burned pennies, and I cried into the lid while he held my hand and said, “Then we’ll figure out another version of family. I’m marrying you, not a uterus.”

I remembered the exact words because they had mattered.

Apparently only to me.

“You knew,” I said.

He looked down for a second. “You never told me the extent.”

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