I made the mistake of trying to fix everything. I sent job listings. I scheduled therapy appointments. I made spreadsheets of our budget. And one night, she exploded: "Stop managing me! I don't need a project manager. I need a partner."
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Throughout the evening, she was the perfect host. She navigated conversations with ease, her laughter ringing out like music. She had this way of making everyone feel seen and heard, a magnetic quality that drew people toward her. But every so often, across the crowded table, her eyes would find mine. In those brief, private moments, the rest of the world seemed to fade away. It was a look of shared secrets and deep affection, a reminder that amidst the noise and the guests, we were our own separate world.