Tiny love story: ‘His invitation to bed’

Freshman year of high school, my brother, Fred, walked out into a blizzard in Massachusetts without his shoes on. Tensions at home are so high that he can’t even consider shoes. I ran after him with a pair of sports slides. We walked – first I walked behind, finally holding hands, then finally back home. Twelve years later, we’ve grown up. My husband left me when I was depressed. As I sobbed in the car, unable to drive, my brother walked two miles to sit beside me in the passenger seat. Some are siblings; We are co-pilots. – Gwendolyn Coburn


“Good luck with everything, man.” It was the last text from the man I thought would be my last love. Five words bent into a flint dagger. My eyes welled up and my lips turned pink; sweat soaked my shirt. Open and empty, I staggered down the stairs, knocking on the door of my roommate Adhitya’s room and asking to be invited to his bed, where he held me while I choked on my heartbreak. He didn’t disparage my ex or remind me of my worth. He just cuddled me until I was up and down and kissed me on the cheek before I went back upstairs. A best friend. – Skyler Gordon


Two couples sit on a bench in Central Park to discuss adoption. One of the couples is seven months pregnant. They watched a squirrel swoop down a tree and across the lawn. “What does it have in its mouth?” one person asked. “A baby squirrel,” I replied. We watch the squirrel climb up another tree, come down alone, then climb the first tree, descending with another squirrel in tow. We sat in fearful silence as the squirrel carried its cubs to a new nest. Our daughter is now 16 years old. – Pamela Gross

Last year, I invited my husband to participate in the gratitude challenge. Whenever we feel grateful, we add a thank you note to a jar. Matt took the task seriously; I’m less like that. I began to wonder if my gratitude “cogwheel” was broken and grew increasingly worried. Is there anything worse than marrying a bad guy? This January, we looked at the contents of the jar: a year’s worth of mostly Matt’s notes. “This is fun,” he said. “That will be our family tradition.” Looks like he didn’t notice that he was married to a barber, or maybe he just didn’t mind. Either way, I’m very grateful. – Christina Wyman

https://www.nytimes.com/2022/01/25/style/tiny-modern-love-stories-an-invitation-to-his-bed.html Tiny love story: ‘His invitation to bed’

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