Today's writing

That night she lay beside Gary, eyes open long after they should have been closed. She knew she wasn’t the ideal wife, nor was she the perfect mother. There had been times she’d wondered if they wouldn’t be better off without her, if she shouldn’t just disappear into the great dust bowl that was the outside world. Such defeatist thinking. She knew that too.

Would they be better off as friends? Then again, could they ever be just friends again? Was there ever any going back?