I'm a middle-class former housewife who goes to my daughter's softball games.

No matter what happens in public—no matter what—don’t doubt that I love you and care about your welfare . . . as much as I am able.

I don't write the kind of 'happily ever after' that romance readers enjoy.

...But also because I find I really do…" He paused, as if he were about to say something outrageous. "I find I have feelings for you." "Oh," I said into his chest, sounding as astonished as Eric had(...)"Eric," I said, after a long pause, "I almost hate to say this, but I have feelings for you, too.

I love him," I said, but even to my own ears I didn't sound happy about it.

Better to be screwed physically than financially.

The sweetest part of being a couple is sharing your life with someone else. But my life, evidently, had not been good enough to share.