One day one of my single mother friends sees me at a Christmas party and I am introducing her to Seth. We’ve just moved in together. “You did it”, she says, “congratulations”.
Were we trying to do this? Was the solitude, and love of it, that she and I spoke about not genuine?
“What’s it like to be living with a man again?”
Good. And strange. All the negotiation. I forgot how tiring the negotiation is.