A few months after moving in with me, things between me and Don were getting wonky around the edges. For all the fun I was having in the world of gamers, I was in equal measures having a miserable time with Don. He did not share my joy of meeting new people, giving into the chaos of living in the moment, or in spontaneous acts of randomness that, for me, made life worth living. Instead, he insisted on living in a world of defined edges, checklists, and controlled neutrality. These were not mutually compatible ways of thinking, and it led us into unwinnable fights over who was right.
     The phrase, "If you really loved me, you'd..." began to dominate our conversions, flowing from him to me. And that list of you'd [insert want here] grew longer by the...

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