My Sister Called Me a Leech at Thanksgiving Until a Colonel Stood Up and Changed the Room

the weight of carrying both identities without letting either one crack had become a specific exhaustion I could not name to anyone. The classified work consumed everything. I had not been on a date in two years. My apartment was small and the Honda in the parking lot had a dent I kept meaning to fix.

The small jabs had been escalating since Jake joined continue reading …