The Knocking Started Right After She Told Me He Was Mine

said don’t do that, don’t soften this for me.

But she went on.

“I stopped telling you when things hurt because I got tired of watching you nod and go back to your phone. Then I started acting like I didn’t need you. Which became true, sort of. That’s its own ugly thing.”

We sat with that.

No neat ending. Just two exhausted people in a too-warm room with continue reading …