Watching that movie was pure torture. I sat there in the dark, the flickering blue light of the screen washing over us like a cold wave, but I couldn't have told you a single plot point if my life depended on it. My mind was a chaotic mess, reeling from the bombshell Theon had dropped in the kitchen earlier.
“Holding onto a marriage that ended years ago.”
The words played on a loop in my head like a jagged, broken record. There was a sick, twisted sense of relief blooming in my chest, a dark flower taking root exactly where my guilt used to be. It felt sickening to feel happy about the fact that my parents’ marriage was a failure, but I couldn't help the rush of adrenaline.
If they had drifted apart to the point of no return, if they were just roommates who happened to share a roof and
