--> Life has been full of lows lately – tears in public, anxiety about moving abroad, work dissatisfaction – but the worst of them have been in my relationship. I was finally getting used to using the word ‘fiancé’, to talking about wedding plans and thinking about vows, when cracks began to appear. Big, jagged, terrifying cracks like the ones that earthquakes make in asphalt. The kinds of cracks that seem bottomless, that you hope won’t stretch or widen, that you hope you won’t fall into – but then you do. The cracks started in April, with a trip home to visit parents whose unbelievably hideous behavior sent the first obvious tremors through our relationship’s crust, but the fissures had been there in the core for months. Something had been happening to him, and those fractures in his mind spread fast and deep into the bond between us. April and May were rife with cruelty and tears and torturous indecision, until I felt split apart in so many ways I couldn’t e
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