know all the things I was struggling with. Someone who didn’t know the mortgage, the bills, the arguments, the responsibilities. Everything between us had become so familiar that I stopped appreciating it.”
I stared at him.
“So instead of talking to me about that, you went to someone else.”
He nodded.
“Yes.”
“And when I noticed the distance, you blamed me for asking questions.”
His eyes filled with tears.
“Yes.”
For several minutes, I said nothing.
Then I asked the question that mattered most.
“Do you love her?”
He looked
