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What was I doing? Ruining my marriage just when it had started. Happiness was something I didn't allow myself to have, but this time my walls were coming down and I would finally let him know why sometimes it's hard to sleep at night. Or why I can't talk to him about the things that bother me? Or why I have to act like everything is okay? I clicked the elevator button heading up to our floor, and finally I would tell him.

He stood at the elevator door, surprised to see me again.

"I want to talk, I want to let you in", I began saying as he sat on the couch and motioned for me to sit next to him.

"Then what's stopping you?", he asked and I looked up at those earnest eyes.

"It's just that, I've never had someone that wants to know about me, wants to know about how I'm doing, and I know we've been together for what feels like a while, but it's still so hard for me", I told him and he seemed to not understand.

"I want to know why, I want me to be that person who you can talk to about