No, scratch the word "career." Careers are for people who wish to advance. I only want to survive, draw a paycheck.

It always takes two. For relationships to work, for them to break apart, for them to be fixed.

I wondered why I was so startled by the encounter when there was something that seemed utterly inevitable about the moment. Not in any grand, destined sense; just in the quiet, stubborn way that unfinished business has of imposing its will on the unwilling.

Life is about the gray areas. Things are seldom black and white, even when we wish they were and think they should be, and I like exploring this nuanced terrain.

People generally didn't cheat in good relationships.

I try to recognize that there is no such thing as having it all - and it's impossible to be perfect. You just have to let certain things go.

Instead of relief or gratitude, more guilt washes over me. Andy's certainly not faultless - no one ever is in a marriage