“I know, I know.” I repeated. I was sincere even though I was unable to wipe the smile from my face. “I won’t do that again. I promise.”
But Jayden did not seem to trust me on this one. He pressed his case further. “It is getting out of hand, Lina. I’m afraid something will happen. I’m afraid you’ll get hurt.”
I wearily signaled for some more coffee. Jayden served my refill without missing a beat in his mini-lecture. “We really should put the breaks on this, honey. We need to space it out. Like maybe see him once a month.”
We were at our kitchen table, both of us dressed for work on a Wednesday, each of us neatly buttoned up, ready to face the straight world. That world where breakfast conversations don’t typically involve husbands asking their wives to cutback on being a total w***e fo
