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The Silent Betrayal: A Marriage Shattered in the Quiet Moments | TRUE STORY
Aug 30, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories The Silent Betrayal: A Marriage Shattered in the Quiet Moments | TRUE STORY In the calm of a morning kitchen, a seemingly ordinary conversation between a married couple unravels a hidden betrayal. When Elmer's wife confesses to a secret affair, the weight of silence, memories, and unspoken truths slowly crushes everything they once had. From the quiet admission to the cold finality of an empty house, this is a story of loss, heartbreak, and the slow burn of a relationship that faded into nothing. In this raw and emotional narrative, witness how betrayal isn't always loud or violent—it can be as quiet as a spoon scraping against a bowl. Will Elmer find the strength to rebuild, or is this the beginning of a slow-motion breakup that no one saw coming? Don't forget to subscribe, like, and comment your thoughts below!
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The chair across from me was still warm.
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Not from the morning sun, but from her.
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She had been sitting there a moment ago,
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sipping tea perhaps, or just staring at
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the wall. I hadn't looked up, not
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really. My spoon was still a sluggish
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boat, navigating the cold, milky sea of
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my cereal.
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It was then, into the quiet hum of the
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kitchen that she dropped the words. No
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thunder, no tremor in her voice, just a
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clean, measured statement that sounded
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as though she were discussing the
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weather. I had a date last night.
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The spoon slid further into the bowl,
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its metal hull scraping the ceramic
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bottom. You did? My voice was barely a
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filament of sound, delicate and afraid
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of snapping. She nodded, her gaze
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steady. There was no shame in her eyes,
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no plea for forgiveness. Her lips,
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usually painted a soft, dusty rose, were
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now bare and slightly chapped.
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The humming refrigerator, the rhythmic
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tick of the clock, the neighbors dog's
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two bark greeting to the garbage truck.
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It all seemed to amplify around me. She
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sat back down, folding her hands on the
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table as if we were to discuss grocery
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lists. Her wedding ring, a dull gold
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band I had placed on her finger so long
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ago, pressed lightly into the wood.
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I wanted to feel different, she said,
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her voice a low murmur, like I mattered
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again. I didn't answer. Anger, a fierce
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and jagged thing would have been a
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relief. But it wasn't anger I felt. It
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was a cold, calculating sadness. I was
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tallying in my head. All the times she
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said she was tired. The nights she
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turned away from me in bed. The mornings
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she rushed out, skipping our usual
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coffee ritual. My mind replayed the
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mundane acts I'd performed while she was
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creating new memories with a stranger.
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I'd been folding her laundry. I'd been
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watering the plants. I'd been replacing
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the smoke detector batteries. I'd been
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saving the last piece of pie for her. My
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throat felt lined with splinters. A
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thousand small cuts.
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She waited, her posture expectant, her
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eyes searching for a fight, a tear, a
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reason to feel guilty. Instead, I pushed
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my bowl away. I hope he treated you like
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a temporary escape, because that's what
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you turned me into. The words weren't a
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shout or a plea. They were a whisper,
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but they struck her more surely than any
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scream. I saw the flinch, the sharp
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intake of breath, the way her fingers
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unclasped as if she'd been holding
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something too tightly. She had wanted a
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fight. I gave her a truth she wasn't
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prepared for.
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She stood and walked to the sink,
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turning on the faucet. The water ran, a
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pointless, rushing torrent into the
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empty basin. My cereal was a soggy,
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forgotten mess. I didn't care. This
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wasn't the end. Not really. It was just
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the first time I didn't follow her. The
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first time I didn't ask where she'd
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been. For a man who always forgave too
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quickly, that was a kind of ending all
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its own. She didn't turn off the tap.
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She just stood there, her back to me.
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The sound of the running water a shield
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against the silence.
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But I heard her anyway. The short
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shallow inhales, the quiet struggle to
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hold something in. I remained in my
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chair, watching as my sentence settled
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into the room. A marriage, I thought,
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doesn't always end with shouting, with
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doors slamming, or with packed bags and
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confession letters. Sometimes it ends
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with the quiet sound of water hitting an
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empty sink and two people trying not to
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speak at the same time. Finally, a
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broken laugh escaped her. A sharp,
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brittle sound. "So, that's where we are
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now?" she asked, her voice cracking. I
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didn't answer. She turned off the
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faucet, but remained by the counter, one
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hand braced on the edge as if the floor
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had begun to tilt. The wedding ring on
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her finger still gleamed, a silent lie
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in the morning light. I never meant to
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hurt you, she mumbled, her voice a
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ghost. I didn't even know I was going to
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tell you. It just came out because it
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didn't feel wrong anymore. I finished
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for her. That wasn't a question. She
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turned then, and her eyes met mine for
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the first time that morning. There was
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fear in them, not of me, but of the
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stillness I had become.
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I was always the one who rushed in to
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fix things, to fill the air with
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apologies and compromises.
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Now, I was just a quiet, immovable
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presence, and it terrified her. "You're
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not saying anything," she whispered. "I
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did," I replied. "And you heard it." She
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looked down. The light caught on the
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small scar on her chin, a faint white
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crescent she got years ago tripping on
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the deck steps. I remembered carrying
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her inside, her laughter mingled with
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the pain, her teasing me for
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overreacting.
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Back then, everything was simple. Back
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then, we were us. I thought you'd ask
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who he was, she said, a clumsy attempt
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to bait me into a reaction. I don't need
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to know. He's a man who wanted you for a
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night, and you let him. She winced as if
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the words were a physical blow.
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Maybe they were. They were her words
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after all. The air in the room grew
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heavy, a thick, suffocating blanket. I
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felt my pulse throbbing in my
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fingertips, but I kept my hands open,
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resting on my knees, waiting. She walked
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to the coffee maker, filling the
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reservoir, a desperate ritual to make
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the betrayal go away. "You're being
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really cold," she said. "And you're
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being really calm for someone who just
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admitted to destroying us," I shot back,
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my voice low and sharp. Her hands
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trembled as she reached for a mug. "Not
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mine, but hers. The one with the purple
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flowers, a gift from her sister. She
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used to make coffee for both of us. Now
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she was making just one. That was the
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deepest cut. I think we should talk, she
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said. Finally, I stood up. Not because I
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agreed, but because I couldn't sit there
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any longer. No, I said, I think you
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should sit with what you did first. If
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you still want to talk after that, I'll
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be outside.
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I walked out the back door, barefoot
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onto the cold deck. Spring hadn't quite
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arrived. The boards were damp and frigid
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beneath my feet. Birds chirped. The sky
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was a soft, bruised blue. And somewhere,
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just below the surface of my skin, my
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life was cracking wide open. The breeze
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was colder than I expected. I sat on the
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back steps, arms on my knees, trying to
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focus on the scent of damp wood and the
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rustling leaves. Our cat, Button,
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usually squeezed through the door to
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curl up next to me, but not today.
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Even she knew the air was toxic. I
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didn't count the minutes, but a long
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time passed. I heard no footsteps, no
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creek of the door, just the wind and a
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neighbor's sprinkler kicking on. I
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pulled out my phone and stared at the
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lock screen. A picture of us in
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Tennessee last year. Her cheeks pink
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from the cold. A cup of cider in her
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hands. my flannel around her shoulders.
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She was laughing.
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I didn't remember the joke, but I
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remembered how much I loved her. Now
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looking at the photo, I felt like a
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stranger peering into someone else's
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life. Eventually, the door opened. She
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didn't say anything, just leaned against
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the frame, a silent invitation to a
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conversation I didn't want to have. I
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didn't turn to her. "Was it the first
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time?" I asked, my voice a quiet breath.
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The pause was a long, terrible space.
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Then a single word. No. Something
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unhooked inside me. A final broken
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latch. I didn't gasp or cry. I just
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nodded. I already knew. The night she
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came home with mascara smudged down her
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cheek, claiming she'd been at a friend's
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birthday party. The weekend she
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supposedly visited her mother but never
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answered my calls. The morning she was
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too cheerful, too rested.
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How many times? I asked. I don't think I
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should answer that right now. It'll only
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make things worse.
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It's too late for things to get worse, I
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replied. She shifted. I didn't plan for
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it to become anything. I was lonely. I
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let out a humorless laugh. You were
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lonely while I was sitting 6 ft away
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from you every night. You weren't really
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there, Elmer. You were a ghost. We
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didn't talk. You just existed. My
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knuckles turned white as I gripped the
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edge of the step. A thousand retorts
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burned on my tongue. I wanted to scream
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that I had stayed, that I had tried,
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that I knew how she liked her eggs, and
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I once drove 3 hours in the rain for her
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favorite pie, but none of it mattered
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anymore.
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So, what is this then? I asked. A slow
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motion breakup. You feed me the truth
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one teaspoon at a time until I'm forced
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to do the dirty work.
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That's not fair, she snapped. Oh, I'm
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sorry, I said, standing and finally
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facing her. Are you the one eating cold
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cereal at midnight while your spouse is
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being kissed by someone else? Her lips
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tightened. She looked away, her arms
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crossed over her chest, a shield against
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her own choices.
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"Are you in love with him?" I asked
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quietly. The silence was her answer. I
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stepped past her and back into the
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house. The smell of her perfume, a sweet
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musky scent, lingered in the air, no
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longer belonging to me. I walked to the
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bedroom and pulled out a duffel bag from
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the closet. I didn't pack anything. Not
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yet. But I set it on the bed as a quiet
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threat, a warning to myself that a part
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of me was ready to restart my life. For
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hours, the bag sat on the bed like a
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watchful sentinel. I sat on the edge of
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the mattress, staring at it, waiting. I
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hoped she would come in, that she would
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stop me, and I hoped she wouldn't.
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Betrayal is a slow acting poison, and it
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turns your hope against you. She didn't
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come. I heard the distant hum of the
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vacuum cleaner. She was cleaning. That
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was her reaction to the collapse of our
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life together. I started to pack,
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grabbing random shirts, underwear,
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socks. My old gray hoodie, the one she
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said made me look like a computer
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technician.
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I remembered how she used to curl up in
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it. Now it smelled stale and untouched.
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I wasn't leaving. Not yet. But I needed
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to feel what it was like to pack for a
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new life. I zipped the bag halfway and
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then sat again, my head in my hands. My
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phone buzzed. I picked it up without
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thinking and saw the text from an
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unknown number. Hey, had a great time
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last night. Let me know when you can
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meet again. The words followed by a
11:04
winking emoji were a punch to the gut.
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It wasn't for me. She had forgotten to
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delete it. Or maybe she just didn't
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care. I put my phone face down on the
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nightstand. I went to the bathroom,
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splashed water on my face, and saw an
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old man in the mirror. Not old from age,
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but from grief.
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I walked out to find her standing in the
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hallway, a basket of laundry in her
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hands. Her eyes dropped to the bag on
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the bed. You're leaving?" she asked, her
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voice clipped. "I don't know," I replied
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honestly. "We can fix this," Elmer. "Can
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we?" I asked, the question laced with
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exhaustion. "I made a mistake," she
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said. "No," I cut in. "A mistake is
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forgetting to close the fridge. You
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didn't trip and fall into this. This was
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a choice." Her hands tightened around
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the basket. "You're angry." "I get it.
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I'm not even angry," I said. "And I
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meant it. I'm just out of questions. I
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had always been full of questions.
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Now my mind was a burned out library.
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She set the laundry basket down slowly.
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"I never stopped loving you," she said.
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"But it was too late." I walked past her
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down the stairs and into the kitchen. I
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poured a glass of water, my hands
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trembling. "I didn't want any of this.
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But I wanted to stay in this house even
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less." I had finally realized something
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truly terrifying. She wasn't afraid of
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losing me. The next morning, there was
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coffee. I walked into the kitchen at
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8:11 a.m. She was there silently pouring
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a glass of orange juice. She didn't
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flinch when I entered, didn't say good
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morning. She just handed me the glass, a
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gesture so normal it stunned me. I took
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it, our fingers touching for a fleeting
12:49
moment. That touch used to be
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everything.
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"You really just going to act like this
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is fine?" I asked. What do you want me
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to say, Elmer? She replied, still not
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looking at me. I want to know when you
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stopped being scared of lying to me.
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When did I become that person you could
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lie to and still sleep next to? I don't
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know, she said. Maybe when I realized
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you wouldn't leave, no matter what I
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did. That stopped me cold. You think
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that's strength? I asked. I think
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staying meant you were more comfortable
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with the image of us than the reality,
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she said, her tone almost cruel. The
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nights we stayed up eating cereal and
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laughing at dumb movies. The way you
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used to whisper, "Don't die before me."
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when I had a cold. You think that was
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just an image? I think it's what you
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needed, she said. A neat little version
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of life that didn't ask too much of you.
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And I played along for years.
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I stepped back, looking at her as if she
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were a stranger. You're rewriting our
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marriage to justify your choices.
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Call it what you want, she said. But I
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was drowning, Elmer. And you were too
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busy documenting the wallpaper to
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notice.
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That was the truth, and it hurt.
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I had let comfort become our rhythm.
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I had stopped asking her what she
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dreamed about. I had stopped reaching
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for her in the middle of the night.
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Comfort, I had learned, was just a slow
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burning.
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"I'm going to stay at my brothers for a
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few days," I said. "Just long enough to
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hear my own voice again." She blinked,
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surprised.
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"Don't do this," she whispered. But she
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didn't step forward. She didn't reach
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for me. And in that moment, I knew. She
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wanted me to leave first. She wanted to
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set fire to the house and be the last
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one out, holding a bucket of water to
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claim she tried. I packed by noon. I
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left my wedding ring in the drawer. It
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didn't feel right to wear it anymore.
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As I walked out, she was sitting on the
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couch staring at the blank TV. She
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didn't look up. "Will you text me when
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you get there?" she asked, her voice
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flat. I didn't answer. I just closed the
15:05
door behind me. I didn't cry in the car.
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I didn't cry when I pulled up to my
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brother Jonah's apartment.
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I just sat there for 10 minutes
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listening to the ticking of the engine
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as it cooled.
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My hands were sweating. My throat was
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dry.
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Jonah opened the door and looked at me,
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a silent understanding passing between
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us. He moved aside and let me in. No
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judgment, no questions, just space. I
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slept in his guest room on top of the
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covers, clothes still on. The next few
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days were a slow, quiet healing. I drank
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coffee without the weight of her
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silence.
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I sat on the balcony and listened to the
15:48
sounds of the city.
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Jonah finally asked about it on day
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three, handing me a grilled cheese. "So,
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how's the wreckage?" he asked. I
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laughed. "I think the fire's out," I
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said. "There's just a lot of smoke. you
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going to rebuild? I don't know yet, I
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said, but I'm not going back into a
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house that still smells like gasoline.
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He nodded. That night, I got a text. I'm
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sitting on the back porch.
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Hey, your mug is still here. Then
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another. I know I wrecked everything,
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but I cleaned the closet today and cried
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when I found the hoodie you hated and
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still wore. You were always better than
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me.
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The second message broke something
16:32
inside me, not bitterly, but softly. I
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let the night pass, let myself sleep.
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In the morning, I drove back, not
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because everything was fixed, but
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because I needed to see if the silence
16:47
between us had changed.
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She was on the porch, knees pulled to
16:52
her chest, my chipped coffee mug in her
16:54
hands. She stood up slowly when she saw
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my car. No smile, no tears.
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I just saw her. Really saw her for the
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first time in months. Not the version I
17:08
needed. Not the woman who betrayed me,
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but someone lost in the wreckage. I'm
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not asking you to stay, she said. I just
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wanted to say I'm sorry.
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I know, I said.
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I miss you, she added, her voice
17:22
cracking. I miss me too, I said. She
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nodded. Do you want to come in just for
17:29
coffee? She asked, her voice fragile.
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You don't have to say anything. You
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don't owe me anything.
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Just maybe we could sit in silence and
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let it be quiet in a good way.
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I walked up the steps, took the mug from
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her hands, and sat beside her. We didn't
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talk. We just listened to the wind and
17:51
the birds and the hum of the world.
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And without thinking, I reached for her
17:56
hand. She didn't squeeze it and she
17:59
didn't pull
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