Chapter Nineteen
The Happily Ever After
When we’d first gotten married and moved into this place, I’d cracked that the happily ever after lasted about three weeks. That was how long before we cranked into our first hell-bent argument. And that time it was over something so trivial as to be laughable if we weren’t so vicious about it. We argued about the weather. She wanted to know whether it would rain, I insisted in no uncertain terms that it would not, it did that day torrentially, and I got blamed for being too sure of myself.
If only I could summon some of that certainty now. Was I ever sure of anything? It seemed my whole anguish had to do with uncertainty not only about what would happen next but also about what and who was behind whatever had just happened and what or who was pul
