The mug I keep drinking from anyway

Chip in the rim, right where my lip lands. I could have thrown it out a dozen times, but it's the one my wife used for her tea, and I found myself running my thumb over the crack today the way I used to check a patient's pulse. Pointless. I'm keeping it out on the counter now instead of the cupboard, which feels like admitting something I'm not ready to say out loud.