the same arguments. Of trying to explain why I feel hurt, only to end up apologizing for bringing it up. Of wondering whether you’re telling me the truth and then being told that I’m the problem for wondering.”
He opened his mouth.
I raised my hand slightly.
“Please don’t tell me that I’m imagining things. Don’t tell me that I’m making a big deal out of nothing. I’m not asking you to agree with every feeling I have. I’m asking you to recognize that this marriage cannot continue the way