As he grouted the last tile, five years after the bathroom was finished, I knew the game was up.
‘I guess this is it,’ I said, as the builder boyfriend used a filler gun to bring about closure.
This single ungrouted tile where the bath meets the wall has been something of a symbolic fight between the two of us.

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