A few weeks ago, my husband, Ryan, randomly started taking the trash out every night.
Normally, I wouldn’t have even noticed. If anything, I was glad he was doing it because taking out the trash had always been one of those chores I usually had to remind him about.
But after a while, I realized he was doing it at almost exactly the same time every night.
Around 9:30 p.m.
And it didn’t matter whether the trash can was full.
One night there was barely anything in it, and I watched him pull the bag out anyway.
« You’re taking that out already? » I asked.
« Yeah. »
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