“I don’t know much about love,” she finally said. “But I’m starting to feel like this isn’t it. It’s as if we’re going through the motions, as if we’re only together because I’m some woman you sat with a few times and decided to marry, and you had some kids, and now you’re trying to make it work so you don’t look bad.” She paused. “Maybe that kind of love was enough for me back then. I probably deluded myself into believing our marriage wasn’t some sort of transaction, so I felt like I had some control over my own life. But now I want something better. I deserve better.”
