After nine years together, my boyfriend snapped, “You’re not my wife—so stop expecting me to act like your husband.” The very next day, he stood frozen in the doorway, unable to believe what he saw.

”

“I know.”

“This is more than my car payment.”

“I know that too.”

“Are you sure?”

I sealed the box. “For the first time in nine years.”

“Are you sure?”

Chelsea nodded. “Tell me what to pack.”

That’s why I loved Chelsea. She didn’t take over. She handed me tape when I reached for it.

***

At 5:30, the food arrived.

Chelsea carried the bags in and paused by the continue reading …