Graham was quiet the rest of the night. Tara and I talked when we drove back to Max’s apartment, but she could tell Graham and I needed to talk and said goodbye without coming inside. He followed me in, the silence between us increasing with each step.
“Do you want something to drink?”
He shook his head and paced the living room. I sat down on the couch and waited for him to say something. I didn’t expect…
“I don’t want to get married. I never wanted to. It’s not something that ever interested me. And kids… well, kids weren’t ever an option. Not without marriage.”
I knew it wasn’t fair, but I felt like Graham had delivered a blow I couldn’t handle. No marriage and no kids? Granted I wasn’t a big fan of marriage and wasn’t sure I’d ever want to get married again, but that was before we
