And he loved me.
Both could be true.
“I heard something years ago,” I said.
“What?”
“Your father told a friend that marriage was mostly learning to update your information.”
Daniel laughed.
“That sounds like Dad.”
“He said people get into trouble because they keep loving the person their spouse used to be instead of noticing who they are becoming.”
I looked toward the apartment.
“I think families do that too.”
“You changed.”
“Yes.”
“So did we.”
“Yes.”
He took a breath.
“Will you ever live with us again?”
“No.”
The answer came easily.
His expression fell.
I reached across the table and touched his hand.
“That isn’t a punishment.”
“I know.”
“I need my own home.”
He nodded.
“And I think you need yours.”
We sat there quietly.
