When I opened our bedroom door on our tenth anniversary, I didn’t see candles or a surprise dinner. I saw my husband’s jeans on the floor beside a pair of heels that weren’t mine… and the bed we picked out together moving under a white sheet.
I saw his jeans on the floor beside a pair of heels that were not mine. And then I saw the bed. Our bed. The walnut frame we picked out together the year after we got married because Adrian said if we were going to build a life, we should start with something solid….
