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May 17, 2007
My friend tells me she wants a divorce. I listen with half an ear, murmuring vague reassurances. Iíve come to expect this conversation yearly. Itís how they keep it interesting. They need the ups and downs.

It gets me thinking about how rarely we argue. How comfortably boring. That night, heís late getting home after the game. Any other night I wouldnít care, as long as he didnít wake me. But this night, I wait up, slide the bolt across the front door, climb on a ladder in my nightgown and disconnect the garage door. This night, heís sleeping outside.