I Only Married Him for Stability
He is kind. He is faithful. He is not the one who makes me forget to breathe. I said yes anyway because rent in this city is violence.
He's kind. Faithful. Good with my mother. Good with bills.
He's not the one who makes me forget to breathe.
That person lives in another state and texts me on birthdays only.
I said yes because rent in this city is violence and loneliness is louder.
I don't plan to cheat. I also don't plan to stop fantasizing.
Some marriages are love stories. Some are lifeboats.
I'm in a lifeboat wearing a wedding dress, grateful and guilty in the same breath, waiting to see if love grows or if I learn to swim alone.
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