We both laugh. And it feels good. A release. Like laughing at a funeral. Maybe inappropriate, but definitely needed.
Jay AsherAnd at some point, the struggle becomes too much-too tiring-and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.
Jay AsherIโm going to be mentally ill in fifteen years, and thatโs why my husband doesnโt want to be around me.
Jay AsherI've always loved brainstorming with other writers, and I consider having my work critiqued a part of that brainstorming.
Jay AsherMaybe it didnโt seem like a big deal to you Zach. But now, I hope you understand. My world was collapsing. I needed those notes. I needed any hope those notes might have offered. And you? You took that hope away. You decided I didnโt deserve to have it.
Jay AsherBecause no, I didnโt push her away. I didnโt add to her pain or do anything to hurt her. Instead, I left her alone in that room. The only person who mightโve been able to reach out and save her from herself. To pull her back from wherever she was heading. I did what she asked and I left. When I should have stayed.
Jay Asher