“You were completely in love with the idea of me.”

I flinched at the painful honesty of her words.

“You desperately wanted someone young and sweet who made you feel full of life again, someone who would not constantly remind you of the pain of losing Margaret,” she said softly.

I stood there, unable to deny her statement.

“And I knew that about you,” she continued, a tear rolling down her cheek.

“That is why I ended up hating myself every single day for doing this to you.”