years based on decisions you made during six months.” Hope flashed across his face; I stopped it with “Don’t.” I clarified, “This isn’t forgiveness.”
“I know.”
“This isn’t me saying we’re okay.”
“I know.”
“And if we try to repair this, I can’t promise I’ll stay.”
“I understand.” Finally I told him, “I need you to understand one more thing.”
Holding his gaze, I said, “I am not competing with Laura.” He replied, “You’re not.”
“I’m not asking whether you choose me or her.”
“I know.” I interrupted: “No, listen.”
