I was sitting on the living room floor, trying to glue a cardboard planet back onto Cody’s solar system project, when my husband told me I bored him.
Saturn had lost one of its rings.
Atlas was upstairs yelling that someone had stolen his pajamas.
Cody had gone to bed convinced his entire grade depended on whether Saturn survived until morning.
My husband told me I bored him.
And Sean stood over me like none of that belonged to him.
« I want an open marriage. »
I looked up slowly, still holding the glue stick.
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