I considered for a moment whether I wanted to read this, as it was so close to my heart having been in your husband's shoes. She was impossibly beautiful, and I thought we might have a perfect life.

I am now so very glad that she ended it, even the way she did so I see as perfect now. My life isn't what I expected it would turn out to be, but it's what I have to realize is the most wonderful and unexpected existence I hoped I might have.

I applaud your honesty, and though I might better stop short of seeing it as rare--I do anyway. I feel the words strongly enough to know that the line you walked there, between loving and caring for someone else and loving and caring for yourself--is a line it is not at all easy to walk. In particular I think the reflections on the way you darned well "figured out" there would be resentment down the road and the feelings he would have that you wasted his time--despite how 'bad' what others might call selfishness might look...

Well, I couldn't not follow a person capable of putting that through her pen.

Well done, Evelyn.