The anniversaries I moved for site visits.

The nights I came home after she’d already gone to sleep and left before she woke, and called that providing for her.

I was never cruel to her — I want that on the record, if only because it makes it worse.

I was worse than cruel.

I was absent, reliably and cheerfully absent, and I mistook the reliability for love.

A cruel man at least sees the person he’s hurting.