I left it in the refrigerator.
On the carton of eggs.
A post-it note message to my man.
For him to find.
Today is a special anniversary for MTM and me.
MTM used to race cars. With people who went on to become actual NASCAR drivers. He worked as a mechanic through high school and college, when his prized possession was a 1969 Oldsmobile Cutlass W-31.
(I had to google it too, Dear Reader.)
Why did I find myself in a museum exhibit called "Dream Cars" last week?
Have you waded past your first decade of marriage? Yeah, I know a hurricane can form at any moment, but by year ten, you're surfing the big waves.
Whether or not you know how to work the board.
In 2014, even an easy marriage is hard to maintain.
MTM popped his treble dose of a certain pill and curled up beside me. "What're you reading?"
I flashed a magazine.
"Highbrow trash. I thought it might zap my jet lag and put me right to sleep."
Let's face it. There comes a time in every relationship when you have to admit that it has run its course. With some mates, it happens sooner than you thought it should or had wanted it too.