in the marriage, I would continue accepting whatever version of it he offered.
“We got here one day at a time,” I said.
He looked at me.
“What does that mean?”
“It means we both have to decide what happens next. But I can’t keep doing the work for both of us.”
He was quiet for a long time.
Then he stood.
“I need to think.”
I nodded.
“Take your time.”
He left the laundry room.
I listened to his footsteps move down the hallway.
For the first time, I
