It’s 5 p.m. You’re right on schedule.Dinner is on. You’re sitting at the table in the same chair, at the same time, one day blending into another. Your eyes drift to the strip of sunlight sneaking through the blinds. Darkness comes so early now, and every part of your being is desperately trying to soak up whatever daylight is left. You’ve made a good dinner—a favorite. You glance up and see him enjoying the meal. It makes you smile. And your heart warms. Then, you feel a stir that seems to rise from your soul, and you raise your eyes again. A different feeling creeps in. You realize you’re not…