I think what I miss most some nights is the end-of-day exhale. That moment where the world was still annoying and the kids were still chaos and the bills still existed and work was still work — but I was no longer carrying all of it alone because she was there and the day could be set down between two people. That’s the thing. The day used to end. Now it just changes shape.
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