Chapter 14
If I had known getting married would create such a shift in him, in me, I don’t know that I would have gone ahead with it. He loved me. I knew that. I also knew—even then—he needed not to love me, or anyone, too much. We were creatures of distance, Jack and I. He needed his freedom. I needed my solitude. He kept different parts of his life in different compartments.
I wanted to understand why. I wanted to know, too, what lay under that magnetic golden front, that mind that could outwit any other, that cool elusive grace. I couldn’t resist feeling that if I could just be more independent, more useful, less spiky, he would love me more. Such an easy net to get tangled in, isn’t it?
That belief a woman sometimes has that she can change herself to change a man.