make decisions together instead of living parallel lives under the same roof.”
He sat on the edge of the laundry basket.
“I don’t know how we got here.”
I almost laughed.
Neither did I.
Not exactly.
There had been no single moment when our marriage broke. There had been a thousand small moments when we chose silence over honesty, defensiveness over understanding, and temporary comfort over difficult conversations.
I had spent too long trying to repair the distance by myself.
Daniel had spent too long assuming that because I remained
