choosing clothes.
I smiled.
Told him to have a good evening.
And remembered everything.
Those six days did something unexpected to me.
They didn’t destroy me.
They brought me back.
For the first time in years, I stopped looking at my marriage through hope.
I looked at it exactly as it was.
I saw how much I had reduced myself to make Elon comfortable.
How often I had swallowed my feelings.
How carefully I had managed his moods.
How many friendships I had allowed to fade.
How little space I
