January 6•Maya Richardson•5 min read
Roommate Syndrome: The Silent Kill Switch of New Parenthood (And How to Flip It Back)
The silence in our Honda Civic was louder than the crying we'd left behind. It was a necessary escape mission for formula, but it felt like a funeral for our marriage. He didn't look at me, just started humming 'At Last' off-key, terribly. A laugh bubbled up in my throat, sharp and sudden.
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