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

people start yelling about your story, a part of you wants to yell back.

Michael woke up around noon.

I heard him before I saw him—heavy footsteps, a cough, the bathroom sink running. Then he walked into the kitchen squinting like the daylight was personally insulting him.

He wore the same jeans from last night. His hair stood up in random angles. He continue reading …