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inside a marriage, everything changes shape.

Her laugh sounded placed.

Her warmth looked deliberate.

Not fake. Worse. Practiced.

That night, in the guest room with the floral curtains and the bad mattress, I waited until she was asleep.

Then I locked myself in the bathroom, sat on the edge of the tub, and unfolded the note under my phone light.

Seven words.continue reading …