She’s sitting on the deck with a book. Her back’s straight as a fence post. She knows I’m watching. Not that she’ll acknowledge me.
I thought it was bad before. No sex for six months, but we could kiss goodbye. We could sit together, watch a movie. We could talk.
Maybe I shouldn’t have taken their advice. If I hadn’t brought it up, we’d still be living like roommates, instead of like strangers.
’Course, maybe this is what I needed. After all, how much clearer does it have to get before I see that we don’t have a marriage anymore?