it has been.”
He looked down.
For a moment, I thought he might finally apologize.
Instead, he asked, “So what do you want me to do?”
The question was sincere enough to surprise me.
I had spent months wishing he would ask it.
Now that he had, I realized I didn’t have a simple answer.
“I want you to decide whether you still want to be married to me.”
His head snapped up.
“What kind of question is that?”
“An honest one.”
“Of course I want to be married to
