finished plan, you’d see how serious I was.”
“No. What I saw was a husband who’d already chosen a state, a job, and a start date without me. Stop treating Olive’s stability and my business like details you can sort out after the big decision is made.”
His eyes dropped.
“And don’t ask me to move yet.”
“Chelsea—”
“I’m not refusing Oregon. I’m refusing to be carried into it.”
A Trip to Oregon
A few days later, he asked if I’d visit Oregon with him.
I said no.
Then I changed my mind, for me, not for him.
“I’ll go,” I said. “But I’m going to figure out what this move would cost us, not just what it might fix.”
Oregon annoyed me because I didn’t hate it.
I wanted it to confirm every reason I had for saying no. Instead, I liked the neighborhoods, the parks, even the little
