“I don’t want to start over.”
He looked at me for a long moment.
“Do you still love me?”
I wished he had not asked.
“I miss you,” I admitted. “I miss telling you things. Sometimes I still want to call.”
“Then why can’t we try again?”
“Because I told you to stop, and you went to Ruth anyway.”
He looked down.
“You knew I had not agreed. You knew I was upset. And instead of respecting the answer, you kept looking for another way around me.”
“I wouldn’t do it again.”
“I don’t want to spend a marriage waiting to discover whether that’s true.”
He had nothing left to say.
After almost an hour, I stood.
“So should I stop texting you?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He nodded.
I walked to my car and cried until I was calm enough to drive.
Then I called Aaron.
