He rolls over to look at her. His wife.
The trouble isn’t that he loves her less. The trouble is that love, for him, has become a tax. Every gesture—the coffee he brews, the car he warms up in winter, the way he still opens her door—comes with a receipt he never hands over but never forgets. I did this. I did that. Why don’t you see me? charlie forde – i love my wife – missax
Because love isn’t the opposite of betrayal. The opposite of betrayal is presence. And Charlie Forde has been absent for years, standing right in front of her. He rolls over to look at her
The clock ticks to 6:00 AM. He makes the coffee anyway. Some habits are just elegantly disguised cowardice. End of piece. charlie forde – i love my wife – missax