I'm Not Trying To Convey

(mother)" She Used To Tell Me To Get My Nose Out Of My Book And Go Get Some Fresh Air.

Sorrow Comes With So Many Defense Mechanisms. You Have Your Shock, Your Denial, Your Getting Wasted, Your Cracking Jokes, And Your Religion. You Also Have The Old Standby Catchall—the Blind Belief In Fate, The Whole "things Happening For A Reason" Drill.

I Nod, Thinking Of How Difficult Marriage Can Be, How Much Effort Is Required To Sustain A Feeling Between Two People - A Feeling That You Can't Imagine Will Ever Fade In The Beginning When Everything Comes So Easily. I Think Of How Each Person In A Marriage Owes It To The Other To Find Individual Happiness, Even In A Shared Life. That Is The Only Real Way To Grow Together, Instead Of Apart.

I Love Him Wholly And Unconditionally And Without Reservation. I Love Him Enough To Sacrifice A Friendship. I Love Him Enough To Accept My Own Happiness And Use It, In Turn, To Make Him Happy Back.

I Try To Be True To The Characters That I've Created And Sometimes I Disagree With Them, But Their Opinions About The Story And The Characters Really Matter To Me.