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

“Yeah.”

I swallowed. “So what do we do?”

He leaned back, staring at the ceiling for a long moment.

Then he said, “We stop pretending this is normal.”

I blinked. “What?”

He sat up. “We stop acting like it’s normal that two adults working nonstop still feel like they’re drowning. We stop acting like exhaustion is romantic. We stop acting like love is supposed continue reading …