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Jeremy and I were too tired to give each other compliments.

And really, it wasn't that Jeremy had convinced me. It was that he'd been smart enough to let me convince myself.

I had the troubling thought that maybe I'd married him because he didn't entirely believe in something about myself that I hated; that maybe he'd married me because he wasn't worried about, wasn't deterred by, what he didn't entirely believe in; and that both of us had mistaken our marriage for consensus. But compatibility and agreement, it struck me suddenly, were not the same.

I never understood why it was my father who joined my mother in St. Louis rather than my mother moving to Omaha; perhaps this decision reflected the more invested party in the relationship.