You arrive at home. Your partner is already home before you, like always, and you see takeout on the table ready to be eaten. It was common sight over the past few years. You one enjoyed cooking new meals together.
There’s something different this night, though. You can’t really figure it out. You stand there staring, moving back and forth between the takeout and your partner. You see your partner drinking tea. It’s a nightly habit. It’s what your relationship has become. Just a habit. For both of you. You both know it.
You go on to sit down without taking your jacket off, something different. You deal with a feeling of sorrow about your relationship every day, but tonight it’s really taking over.
