He was advised of the possible consequences before making that statement.

He did it anyway.

When I learned this, I cried for the man I had married and for the person he’d become while trying to keep everything from collapsing.

Accountability would not turn back time.

It might give the future a foundation that wasn’t built on denial.

That evening I went to dinner with Leah at a small Italian restaurant near her apartment.

I ordered pasta with roasted tomatoes and asked the waiter to describe the desserts because the print was too small for me to read comfortably.