« What you need now is to get back into shape. »
He didn’t laugh back.
« I bet you don’t want our friends’ wives discussing your chubby body at the barbecue next month, » he said. « Come on, you look like you’re still pregnant. »
I stared at the side of his face.
The man I married was somewhere underneath that profile.
I waited for that man to surface, but he never did.
Instead, I met a side of Ryan I’d never seen before.
« Come on, you look like you’re still pregnant. »
Ryan came into the bedroom that night with two pairs of sneakers in his hand.
He set mine on the floor beside the bed like a verdict.
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