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There had been a vague shape in her imagination that included a wife, a house with a yard, maybe a dog. A modest goal, if not a dream.
Mel would make sure it offered community space because a bar, in her dream world, should be more than a place to get a drink. She wanted book clubs and knitting circles and activists rotating through on a regular basis. She wanted queer people to feel like they were being catered to, not merely tolerated.
Even admitting the existence of the divorce felt like a failure.
she’d thought marriage was as aspirational as it was inevitable.
There’s nothing more romantic than allowing your partner what they need, I think.”
It was a loss of possibility, of what could have been.
The oldest story in the world. Feelings not returned.
There’s nothing more erotic to me than bringing pleasure.”
Why bother being in a relationship when it can all blow up at any moment for any reason?”

