The fifth time my husband stayed out all night, I didn’t call him—I opened his company’s Slack and told more than five hundred employees

what?”

“Become someone else when you’re angry.”

The accusation was almost comically backward. Looking through the windows at the sea after dark, I answered.

“No, Aaron.”

“I think I became someone else while I was married to you.”

“I became quieter. More careful. Easier.”

“You make it sound like I controlled you.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I loved you enough to keep adjusting, and you loved me enough to enjoy the result.”

I heard his breathing shift.

“I did love you.”

Past tense. One