Warm moments

Summary

After marrying Ben, my childhood friend, it was like we were still strangers.

Our interactions were mostly limited to the nightly routine, a perfunctory exercise. He was so reserved that even when I brought up divorce, he only paused, then pushed himself up from the bed.

“Alright,” he said, like he was acknowledging a memo.

“I don’t want the kid either,” I told him. “He’ll be your responsibility.”

“No problem,” he replied, his voice flat.

I pushed further, “Thanks for the last few years. It