I sat on the concrete steps outside of our tiny apartment — halfway down, halfway up — not quite sure if I was going or coming. Two kids were circling the building, one on a bike, one on foot, so every few minutes I would hear the pitter-patter of small feet, and the screech of their voices as they rounded the corner and disappeared again.
I leaned my head against the iron hand rail, and closed my eyes.
Had I ruined everything?
Would there ever be a way to fix this?
I’d been married six months so far and, honestly, things weren’t going well. I wanted them to go well. We both wanted them to go well, but they weren’t [...]