On Sunday morning, my husband opened the dishwasher and found a single breakfast plate inside. He stood there staring at it much longer than anyone should stare at an ordinary white plate. David had been out late again the night before. There had been a time when that would have meant finding me at the kitchen table when he finally came home, waiting with a cup of coffee that had gone cold hours earlier.
He Found One Plate in the Dishwasher. I Had Finally Stopped Saving Hunger for Him. My husband opened the dishwasher Sunday morning and found only one plate from breakfast. He…