My husband’s girlfriend stands before me, taking me in. Her eyes sweep down, then up, asking silent questions, even while her words say polite courtesies in a cheerful tone.
I assess her and can’t help but notice the similarities. There aren’t any.
Marriage with a Twist
My husband’s girlfriend stands before me, taking me in. Her eyes sweep down, then up, asking silent questions, even while her words say polite courtesies in a cheerful tone.
I assess her and can’t help but notice the similarities. There aren’t any.
My theme no longer seemed relevant to my life. In more places than one, it felt like I needed to search for new horizons..
The sound of a chair scraping over the plaster alerts me I’m no longer alone. I turn my head, the binoculars still held to my eyes, to find a man, across the way, in an adjoining building, watching — us? — through the window.