Photo by Marcus Aurelius He wakes and softly chuckles at the sight of her: hair in disarray, baggy eyes, mouth agape and drool because her teeth are in a glass on the bathroom counter. This is the woman he married 35 years ago. They'd lived together longer than they'd lived at home with their parents and siblings. Almost a lifetime together. There were more years to come. He paused. They'd separated once. Had grown apart in the early days of raising a family. How did they fall away from each other, how did they come back together? It didn't matter. He vowed to stay.