answer.
I wanted romance without inconvenience.
Excitement without effort.
A loving marriage without having to participate in maintaining it.
But rather than admit that, I convinced myself Helena was responsible for my unhappiness.
We’d once dreamed of visiting Paris.
When we first married, we kept an envelope in our bedroom drawer labeled PARIS.
Every month, we’d tuck a little money inside.
We talked about walking along the Seine, sitting outside little cafés, and seeing the Eiffel Tower illuminated at night.
Then the children arrived.
Money went toward school expenses, car
