“Emergency Contact: Connor Hayes. Relationship: Fiancé.” I stared at the urgent care form in my hands — the same form my roommate had filled out while I was holding her purse and a bag of frozen peas. We’d never talked about marriage. We’d barely talked about feelings. But when she was scared and hurting and the nurse asked what I was to her, “roommate” felt too small, she said. Then she looked at me like I was the only solid thing left in the world and whispered, “I didn’t know what else to call you.” That was when everything I’d been hiding for 9 months finally cracked open.
“Emergency Contact: Connor Hayes. Relationship: Fiancé.” I stared at the urgent care form in my hands — the same form my roommate had filled out while I was holding her purse and a bag of frozen peas. We’d never talked about marriage. We’d barely talked about feelings. But when she was scared and hurting and…
