I Almost Left Him for Being Boring—Then My Post Exploded

was still out cold when I woke up. His mouth slightly open. One arm stretched like he’d been reaching for something in his sleep and gave up halfway.

I lay there and listened to the tiny sounds of our apartment: the fridge cycling, a distant car, the pipes settling.

And I felt… weird.

Because I wasn’t angry anymore.

I was proud. I was sad. I was tender.continue reading …