Anyway, we were talking and I sort of asked what were we actually talking about. I mean, close friends or very close friends, and she just laughed. You know how she’d look at us like she knew exactly where we were going when we said we were going to a friend’s house for the afternoon but we were really going to drink Boone’s Farm and skinny-dip at the quarry? Well, she looked just like that and she took my hand. Her hand was so light, El. And she said that the three of them loved each other, each differently, and that they were both amazing men, each special, each deserving love and appreciation. She said that she thought Daddy was the most wonderful husband a woman could have and that she was very glad we had him as a father. And I asked her how she could do it, love them both, and how they could stand it. And she said, ‘Love is not a pie, honey. I love you and Ellen differently because you are different people, wonderful people, but not at all the same. And so who I am with each of you is different, unique to us. I didn’t choose between you. And it’s the same way with Daddy and Bolivar. People think that it can’t be that way, but it can. You just have to find the right people.’ And then she shut her eyes for the afternoon.
From “Love Is Not A Pie,” a short story by Amy Bloom about a woman coming to understand her parents’ relationship with their friend Bolivar.
Yeah, she pretty much nails it from where I stand.