But my deciding to be with Kiyoshi wouldn’t make anyone happy. Not really. Not leaving the children, or bringing them with me and breaking their life; not the look on Tatsu’s face that I’d never be able to forget; not wondering always, always, if I made the right decision or if I didn’t and I’m selfish and I fucked everything up. Like so many other things, I can see how that would work for somebody else, but not for me.
