She tossed her shoes and purse onto the floor next to the couch and then curled up on the couch beside Sam, almost melding herself into his side. Draping an arm over his waist and laying her head against his shoulder, she felt like they were almost back to normal. Almost.
"Okay," she said softly, hoping that he was being honest. She didn't know how long she could handle the tension that arose every time that Ethan popped in and out of their lives in addition to the stress of trying to find a job. She was juggling everything and nothing seemed to want to stay in the air for too long.
Maybe we should think about moving, she thought reluctantly. She didn't like the idea at all; she loved their little apartment and the location was great. Mostly, though, she didn't want to have to move just because Ethan lived there and Sam was jealous of him. Stacey also didn't think that she could handle searching for a new apartment on top of job hunting. Maybe after I find a job? But she doubted that she'd have the time or energy for that once she was working, so she decided not to even suggest it to Sam. Some days she felt so topsy turvy that it was all she could do not to ask, "Why don't you want to marry me?!" with a sob or something, even though Sam had never said that he didn't want that.
She needed to put all of that aside, though. "I'm so glad that you're home. How was your day?"