I moved through the house with my life feeling like a stage, where I had to perform.

Everything seemed timed, as if my days were trimmed or perhaps rearranged. It was starting to feel like He --Darius was deciding for me.

I looked around the room, and the house looked convincing and quiet in the afternoon.

My gaze landed on my picture with James standing in the corner of the room.

From a distance, it looked like peace, like harmony but it was actually a marriage that's continuing because that's what's expected--- To endure and continue.

My marriage looked like a script -- one I didn't write and was expected...