To say he was perfect might cover it. Everything about him matched Marla. Their life was perfect.
They liked the same things, wanted to be together. Created all sorts of rituals and had a slurry of spontaneous activities.
They worked together so smoothly.
There was no dissension.
Everything was perfect until he had to go away for business.
He was supposed to be gone for two weeks. It became two months.
He’d call a day or two before he was to return and explain why he had to stay longer. She, at first trying to be supportive, started to become angry.
Yes it was childish. She knew it then, but she couldn’t live without him, how could he live without her?