I pull the strands of my hair back over my shoulders and chew on my lip. Anything to look busy and not at all being stood-up by a date... The wooden seat feels all too hard against my back, I don't want to seem lazy so I sit up even straighter--sure, as if this makes me look approachable and at my best.

I sigh and briefly knit my hands in front of my eyes. "Could I trouble you for another lat...

In the final 12 hours before he and I split our lives for forever, I choose to build a shelf to go in the bedroom. I rub my hands on the hilt of the hammer, the shelf is haphazard and it's reflective of my mood. I'm not doing it well, I'm just doing it. I lift it to the wall and I realize it's a two person task and I bite my tongue and my tears back, knowing that I signed myself up to do all ta...