Chapter 4: Roommates With Rings

After we got married, we moved in together.

Honestly, not much changed from before.

We each holed up in our own rooms every day.

He worked on his computer, sometimes running errands.

I curled up in bed drawing comics and writing stories.

We kept out of each other’s way, always polite.

If we needed something, we’d just message on our phones. Because, you know, why actually talk when you can text from the next room?

Every now and then, if we bumped into each other getting water or food, we’d just nod and smile.

Of course we’re adults—when it came to physical needs, we’d politely text to see if the other was free that night.