But he was not operating as an individual.

He was operating as one half of a lifelong partnership with his mother, a partnership that predated me by decades and would, I now saw, outlast me, in which his job was to stay comfortable and her job was to keep him that way and to remove, gently and relentlessly, anyone or anything that threatened his comfort.

I had walked into that arrangement imagining I was marrying a man, when in truth I was applying for a position in an existing company whose sole product was Liam’s ease, and I had lasted exactly as long as I was willing to work for that company without complaint.

The night I finally objected, loudly, in a place they could not control, was the night I effectively resigned.