Even Amber's friends judged us. She lost her best friend over it.
"She said I'm using you for money," Amber told me one night, crying. "That I must have daddy issues. That I'm throwing my life away."
"Maybe you are."
"Don't say that."
"I'm serious. You could be with someone your own age. Someone who'll be around for forty more years. Someone who can give you children, a future."
"I don't want someone my age. I want you."
"Why?"
She took my face in her hands.