She greeted him warmly. “This is my son,” she said. “You’re not going to believe what I named him!” “Rick?” “What?” she gasped, startled. In that moment, she told me, she saw him for who he really was in a way she never could when she was in love with him. “There was something so heinous and narcissistic in his belief that I would actually name my child after him! I saw how ludicrous he was—he thought I still had that much unresolved feeling for him.
