I Love You, but I Love Me as Well

For two weeks, rachel barely speaks to you. You still share a bed, but don't touch in it. It took us decades to discover a way to travel between universes. Crossing over to hear actually opening a portal that was pure desperation. Things were bad there. We didn't have time to wait for everyone. We wanted to travel here with us. My husband over there. She shudders slightly, a goose walking over her grave. I intended to do better here with the project with you. But i feel like if you're miserable, why stick with something? There's other fish in the sea.