To her, it was an adventure — a new room, a new window, a park she could see from her bed.

To me, that first night, lying awake in a space that was mine, was the first time in years I drew a full breath without a weight sitting on top of it.

I had not understood, until I was out of it, how heavy the air in that marriage had been.

How much of me had been given over to the constant low-grade management of Gavin’s moods and Gavin’s budget and Gavin’s image, the endless quiet labor of making a controlling man feel generous.

It was gone now.