He hops down from his new pickup truck and approaches me with much caution. I know that anymore, he has no idea who or even what he is going to come home to. My moods have become as volatile as Beck’s crying spells. The absolute sleepless nights and agitated days have depleted my character and energy, changing me slowly.
So when I look up him, I know that Landon knows right away what kind day this is going to be.
Suddenly I have an alarming and almost sickening thought. Where Landon and I were at once two people who appeared to be one—seamless, almost—we are now at odds. I feel at odds with Landon. My husband, my life-partner of close to nine years. I begin to sense an infinitesimal but noticeable tear in our marriage at that exact moment.
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