We planned to make dinner together. Afterwards, to both of our surprise, the conversation resulted in a recognition that we couldn't make one another happy in the long-term. We had both been trying for two years, pushing one another to be different in small ways.
When I got in my car to leave, the fuel light came on. He had borrowed my car and did not put gas in it. A visible sign of how I frequently felt like I did not have a place at the front of his mind, how he rarely prioritized me. I drove home, simultaneously laughing and crying.