Sometimes I think the deepest injury is not just her absence but the collapse of assumed continuity. We were supposed to keep unfolding. That’s what a marriage is, in part — an ongoing future tense. More years. More iterations. More arguments, trips, inside jokes, kids growing, porch building, stupid shows, grocery runs, gray hair, all of it. Then suddenly there is no more “we will.” That grammatical violence is hard to overstate.
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