Instead of relief or gratitude, more guilt washes over me. Andy's certainly not faultless - no one ever is in a marriage
(mother)" She used to tell me to get my nose out of my book and go get some fresh air.
That's how life is. Sometimes there are happy endings, sometimes there aren't, and more often there are shades of gray.
You can love someone you mistrust.
Guilt is a supreme waste of time and energy.
there is always something comforting about knowing that you are not alone. That other people feel the way you do. That you are a bit screwed up, but still normal.