angry.
“You don’t trust me.”
“Why does everything have to become an interrogation?”
“You’re always looking for something to be upset about.”
For months, I believed my questions meant I was fighting for our marriage.
I thought that if I kept asking, eventually he would understand how much his behavior hurt me. I believed that if I explained my feelings carefully enough, he would recognize that I wasn’t trying to control him.
I was trying to reach him.
That Sunday morning, however, I discovered that I no longer cared enough
