had given me in weeks that felt completely honest.
I nodded slowly.
“Then you need to understand that saving our marriage doesn’t mean returning to the way things were. The way things were allowed this to happen.”
He listened.
“I won’t spend the rest of my life wondering whether you’re telling me the truth. I won’t accept being blamed for asking reasonable questions. And I won’t pretend that a few weeks of good behavior erase months of dishonesty.”
“I understand.”
“Do you?”
He took a breath.
“I think I’m beginning
