David, For so long I have felt as if I am a disappointment to so many. To my parents, for my choices. To my husband, for what I cannot give him. And now, in many ways, even to myself. For how I am handling all this. When I was a teenager, one of our neighbors, Mr. Weddington, was caught having an affair with his secretary. And I remember feeling so disgusted when Mrs. Weddington took him back. I could not, for the life of me, understand why that woman would embarrass herself by accepting his transgressions. And yet here I am. Doing almost the very same. And it is enough to depress me. But then
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