“That’s all I want, Ash. Just to love and be loved.” She’s crying now. I’m crying too. “My imperfect marriage. My family. My life—to keep it. I’m sorry. I know this is guilt trippy. But what I’m losing? You’re choosing to give it up.” “I’m so sorry, Edi,” I say. I’m sitting on the edge of her bed now, holding her hands. “But also, it’s not that simple.”
