I used to love going to parties with my husband. Those parties you go to once you’re married with kids at the homes of other people who were married with kids. We’d get settled in and then he’d say, “do you want me to make you a plate?” He’d be attentive the whole time, always checking in. We’d check in with each other, nodding across the room, once we …
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