“Hey beautiful, you’re early. I was going to come to meet you. How was it?” Arry comes out of the kitchen as I walk through the front door, bag in hand, and have to smile through my crappy mood. I don’t want him to know how awful today really was. I don’t want him thinking some bitch girls are victimizing me already and that coming here was a mistake. He moved heaven and earth to get us here before I started the term, got our apartment ready, and pushed a lot of his stuff back so ...