THATCHER, SAWYER, SPACE AND TIME

“But I want you. I married you!”

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“Tell me what you heard me say.”

“He wanted you. You liked him. You felt powerful.”

December 2018

“Essentially.” Thatcher adjusted her bottom on their bed.

“But I want you.” Sawyer hovered above her. “I married you!”

“You could have anyone. I can’t.”

“Why wasn’t I enough?”

“My dysphoria isn’t about you.” Thatcher looked away.

Sawyer rolled over, lifting his wife to his previous position. “What do you need?”

“Emotional space to process my disorder.”

“How can I help?”

She balanced on his chest. “Love me while I re-earn your trust.”

“I will. Do you love me? Trust me?”

Thatcher relaxed.  “Always.”

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