“It’s Not What You Think” (It Was Exactly What I Thought)
I didn’t sleep.
I couldn’t.
I lay on the couch all night replaying six years of “just a little longer” and realizing what I had actually been funding:
Tuition.
Rent.
Vacations.
A cozy living room I’d never sat in.
By morning, I confronted him.
He was pouring coffee like it was any other day.
I asked one question:
