My husband, Ethan Cole, asked for my kidney on a rainy Tuesday night like he was asking.

often do once an audience stops rewarding them.

“You’ll regret this,” he said.

I surprised myself by answering calmly.

“No.

You will.”

After they were gone, the room emptied of noise so quickly it left my ears ringing.

Then I cried.

Not delicate movie tears.

Full-body, exhausted, furious tears that seemed to come from every year I had spent making myself smaller continue reading …