May 15, 2018:
I hated the house she bought.
Small, slanted, cold, very far from everything.
There were possums beneath the floorboards which reeked like skunk, only more sinus-piercing.
It's what she could afford. $80k.
She loved it. Her dream. Her own house.
I felt exiled.
I fantasize almost every day of renting our old apartment on Cowley Way.