After checking out, I find my girlfriend. I imagine telling her, “If I’m actually a size bigger after all that work, I’ll kill myself.” I think of saying these words like I would say a joke. But I don’t, because we’d both know it isn’t.
I could no longer enter what was once our home—her home now. I looked down the hall of the apartment. There were so many doors, and for a moment, the only one I wanted to enter was the one door that was now shut to me forever.
