You try harder to be a dutiful wife. You cook your husband dinner and do his laundry, carefully tucking his socks together so he always grabs a matched pair. You ask about his day, you bring him water and aspirin when his head hurts. You pick up an almond snickers bar in the checkout line of the grocery store because he loves them. You take care of the bills, the little cogs of running the household, planning everything so his life feels easy and stress-free. He feels a rift anyway, and remarks upon it. You shrug, tears making your eyes shine like stars. That conversation recedes into the background and you carry on."

This, she says, however, goes away when she meets her boyfriend.

"Your lover opens his apartment door and sees you're upset. His eyebrows wrinkle with concern and he kisses the sadness out of you. The sex is amazing, like tasting chocolate again after years of dieting, only so much better. You ask your lover what two words he would use to describe his life right now, only because you want to answer the question yourself: "Awful and awesome." you whisper into his chest.

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