Broken promises, unanswered questions, hopes too fragile to be shared, ten thousand moldy compromises, a mortgage on a house that was neither too big nor small but certainly not right, all the entrees he hadn’t ordered because she wouldn’t eat them but always wanted to share plates. Coffee cups left on the counter, dirty dishes fermenting in the sink, t…
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