tell myself that while my feelings of anger, guilt, and selfishness are normal, they aren't where I should live my life. I love her. And that's enough. Love is always enough. It's a lesson that will probably take another 10 years to just begin to understand. So for now, when I hear those words, I'm ready to start accepting it for what it is, an act of grace and love.
There are some relationships that don't really have a name. Like the third cousin who's actually more like a sister since your great grandmother raised her mother and you live next door to each other on the Upper West Side. Or the very nice couple whose equally nice daughter has been dating your son for two years. Ours was that kind of relationship.