Unmissing

by Minka Kent

My grandmother once said life is what happens between the curveballs and happy accidents. So far I’ve found that to be true. But while some may find the uncertainty of life exhilarating, I’ve always thought it downright terrifying.

Maybe life is easier when you believe in something.

He toys with a pen, his stare fixed on a framed family portrait on the corner of his desk. “And I think you’re right.” I know I’m right. I’m always right.

My father had full command over that ship, which is why I’ve purposely built our marital relationship on equal grounds. There’s a fine line between loving someone and submitting to them. It requires balance, intention, and action. I like to think I’ve mastered it thus far. God forbid my efforts go to waste.

He said he had a plan, but it doesn’t matter. I didn’t need to ask him to elaborate because I’ve always been the one in control. He was the head, but I was the neck that moved the head.