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More generally, the idea that my husband existed before meeting me is surreal, even revolting.
Each new person who enters into our life is an additional dilution of his attention, a dilution of him, and I’m horrified by this. The energy he expends toward others hurts me: it tells me that I am not enough for him.
When I think of my greatest happiness, it’s always just the two of us: we are alone and we are together.
