Tessa Dóniga Johnson We met just before lockdown, sharing a croissant and a walk along the L.A. River. I reveled in how kind and quiet he was, how different from the toxic men I’d chosen in the past. He is the first good man I fell in love with. I fell with my whole heart. Three years in, though, we’re in a rough patch. More accurately, it feels like taking 60-grit...