But David didn’t understand that distinction.
All he saw was my physical reaction to my ex-boyfriend’s presence, the way I’d tensed up and become withdrawn.
In David’s mind, that reaction meant I was still emotionally connected to Marcus.
The cruel irony is that I was comparing them, but not in the way David feared.
Every day with David reminded me of how much healthier our relationship was, how much more respect and genuine affection we shared.
Marcus had made me feel like I was living in a movie, but David made me feel like I was building a real life.
But none of that mattered in the heat of our argument.
When David demanded to know what Marcus had that he didn’t, I’d chosen the most hurtful comparison I could think of.
The measuring tape wasn’t just David’s response to my cruel words.
