Indecision and Jealousy

Edward

I opened up my heart to Beatrice, at least about the feelings that had been consuming me since I realized the mistake I made in neglecting my marriage and allowing my wife to reach the point of asking for a divorce. But there were some things that Beatrice wouldn't want to know at all, and those were better kept secret, as nothing good would come from their revelation, and I fervently hoped that my wife wouldn't press me for answers to certain tricky questions. But it was clear from the look she gave me that her feelings were confused; she was puzzled, not understanding what was going on, besides the insecurity that was always present whenever we talked about us.

"I understand your suspicion, my love," I thought it best to say. "I can't expect you to believe me, to change everything again, but I hope we can come to an understanding."

Beatrice withdrew from me, turning her back and trying to create as much distance as possible in that tiny room. This left me frustrated, as she c