I Spent Nearly Two Weeks Recovering From Surgery and My Husband Never Visited Once—Then I Came Home and Froze at the Front Door

It did not need to become poetry.

Some things can simply be what they are.

That principle helped our marriage too.

His absence was wrong.

It did not need to become secretly beautiful because of what came afterward.

PART 69 — TWENTY-FIVE YEARS

At twenty-five years of marriage, we had dinner in the sunroom.

Nothing elaborate.

Takeout.

One candle because Gavin could not find the others.