"Hey," she said, but teasingly, lightly, and smacked him on the shoulder. He laughed, and pulled her over onto him, and buried his face in her neck. It was so familiar, so casually intimate and affectionate, and she hated the way he did it all so   easily. She hated that she could just say,   I’m thinking of finding a therapist, and he acted as if the world hadn’t just split open underneath the two of them, the way she felt like she herself was splitting open. She was losing her mind, really, thinking over and over,   How long has it been since I had a good day, actually?