Love of my life, Pt. 1

We had one rough patch – our final year in graduate school. I gave her every reason to leave – I was aloof, cold, and mean. I wanted to see if she would stay with the me who wakes up angry at the world; who asks ridiculous questions, like “why?”. I think I wanted her to bail so I could continue to think the world was against me. I had broken lesser women, and figured she would fall in line. I didn’t give her enough credit.