My husband (Michael K. Garson) doesn't love me.

I guess I'll just tell all of you the truth. My husaband, Mike Garson, is not in love with me. Instead, he is in love with a figment of his imagination. He thnks there is this girl out there that is so pretty, cool , aloof,political, smart and so snobbish and that that's the girl he was meant to be with.

All the time, he thinks of her. And he thinks I don't know. But I do. I know he wishes she were Emmett's mom. I know he wishes he could come home and see her pretty blue eyes. I know he wishes when he held my hand, it were hers...pale and delicate with pretty white fingernails holding the strap of the bag that's slung over her shoulder, proudly bearing the letters NPR.