NONFICTION | MY STORY
And Just Like That, The State of Their Marriage Became as Clear as a Block of Ice
With one immobilizing action, she knew three things were true
The storage locker irritated her.
Two years ago her husband had taken over the $75 per month payments for the unit after the death of his mom. She knew her husband still grieved her death and that the locker held the last remaining physical parts of her life, but she’d grown weary of seeing that money disappear each month.
She also knew of his mother’s inability to let go of things — even things beyond their expiration date or usefulness, things broken and worn out. She suspected the locker contained many such things.
So when the kids set off for a week of summer camp, she suggested they take the 500-mile drive to visit the locker and sort through its contents.
With a sullen face, he reluctantly agreed.
They made a wordless trek across the scenic free state and checked into a hotel to learn that the only room left was the honeymoon suite.
The irony of this hit her hard.
For most of their union, she’d longed to feel loved by the man she married. She craved to be touched…
