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Unless I joined them in their spaces, on their schedules, with their families, I would barely see them.
And I realized he’d chosen not to be thoughtful but to be funny instead. To no one but himself.
if I feel single, wouldn’t it be easier to be single? And then I wouldn’t have to worry about disappointing someone or someone disappointing me? When I’m single, I know where I am. I am alone when I’m ill, but I’m not abandoned. I get a promotion and I celebrate with friends, rather than worrying that my good news might make my partner feel insecure.
He would have loved me unquestioningly and stubbornly forever. And I don’t know if I want to be loved like that.
The whole time, I felt like we were two couples rather than four people, and I missed feeling like a singular entity with my friends. I felt like I was losing myself.
And I was reminded that you should really want to have a baby if you’re going to have a baby.
And it was there, in front of the Venus de Milo, that I realized: I don’t think I’m cut out to support a male artist. And I’m certainly not cut out to have a family with one.
By the time I broke up with Andy, I’d been planning it for months without even realizing it.
Everything you want to do in your life, you can do without a man, Jen.”
Was the way Andy loved me actually nothing to do with me, and instead just the Andy Experience a woman gets when he chooses her?
“I miss your notes,” he says. “I don’t remember you being too receptive to them when we were together,” I say. “I know. I regret that. I regret a lot of things, as you’ve probably gathered from the last hour.” “Some people write a letter,” I say. “Why waste good material?” he says.
“You really did want to be on your own,” he says. “I wasn’t lying.” “No,” he says. “I understand that now.”

