I thought Greg had healed.
I thought I had.
I was wrong about both of us.
“Greg,” I breathed. “What is this. What’s happening to you.”
He sat back on his heels in the flower bed, holding the little box, and he
AFTER 31 YEARS OF MARRIAGE, MY HUSBAND STARTED SLIPPING OUT OF BED AT 2 A.M. — THEN I HEARD HIM WHISPER “DADDY LOVES YOU TOO,” THOUGH OUR CHILDREN HAD MOVED OUT YEARS AGO.
