ABSTRACT
On the surface, it seemed I had everything a woman could want: youth, a government job, and the love of a man I’ll call Ed. He was my former writing professor, who enriched my life in many areas. He taught me to appreciate several new things, from a hike on a March day to Jewish cooking. We shared interests in music, literature, and other arts. He had rare empathy and the ability to put my needs above his.
