“That we were married.”
“Obviously.” He added, “She knew we’d been having problems.”
“Had we?”
He started, “Claire.” I cut in. “I’m serious.”
“We weren’t close.”
“We weren’t close enough for you?”
“Maybe.” I insisted, “No. Say it correctly.”
“What?” I answered, “You were unhappy with our marriage. You didn’t tell me how unhappy you were. Then instead of dealing with it with me, you began dealing with it with her.” After a pause, he said, “Yes.” At last we were describing his choices instead of pretending we’d accidentally drifted
