At My Mother’s Funeral My Sister Thought She Had Won Until I Opened the Door

called endearing. I tried harder, the way women are trained to do when love appears to be slipping: I made his favorite meals, booked a spa weekend, softened myself, shrank myself, looked for the version of me that might be good enough to close the distance that was opening between us. The harder I tried, the farther he drifted, and the distance had continue reading …