And this hurts her more than anything, because it’s not how she’s ever seen it; she has never, in fact, felt in control of anything, least of all her feelings, and she hates the vantage point she’s seeing herself from now, a woman who everyone rearranges themselves around, a woman who makes everything worse. But they are no longer thirty years old; she can no longer demand that he pull over so she can stomp home alone; her life is theirs now.
