In November 2013, my partner had a serious, and lengthy, operation that saved his life. He spent the following weeks recovering, which mostly involved sleeping. That New Year’s Eve would be the first in a long while that I hadn’t spent out out. I didn't mind, really; it was a relief, in a way, to check out of the anxiety…
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