After An Affair, We Lived As Strangers For Eighteen Years—Until One Doctor’s Visit

where he slept for eighteen years on that sagging couch, punishing both of us. The bedroom where I’ve slept alone for nearly two decades, the left side of the mattress still firm and unused.

Sometimes, late at night when sleep won’t come, I walk past Michael’s study and I can still smell his tobacco smoke lingering impossibly in the curtains and upholstery continue reading …