As they were finalizing the divorce, she finally admitted she realized he wasn’t strictly heterosexual and, because of this, worried she would never last as the primary recipient of his sexual attention. She caught his eyes darting at men, which was automatic by then, a habit. It fucked her up. Burrowing into him on the couch, something they’d done innumerable times, became unbearable, Sara confessed to him. Something that hadn’t happened, something that existed solely as potential, this was what ended their short marriage.
