She took her pillow at 11:47pm on a Tuesday.
I remember the time because I looked at my phone when I heard her get up. I watched her pull the pillow from her side of the bed without turning the light on and I heard her walk down the hall and I heard the guest room door close and I told myself it was fine.
It was not fine.
That was the night something shifted in my marriage that I did not have a word for yet. Not a fight. Not a conversation. Just a woman I had been sleeping next to for eleven years quietly taking her pillow and going somewhere else.
I lay there in the dark for a long time after that.
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