I Spent Nearly Two Weeks Recovering From Surgery and My Husband Never Visited Once—Then I Came Home and Froze at the Front Door
The kitchen drawer broke a second time.
I laughed so hard Gavin became offended.
“Professional repair!”
“Apparently not.”
The yellow paint acquired a scuff.
The reading nook filled with blankets.
The sunroom collected dead plants.
Perfection deteriorated.