I needed his trust, and I needed to know that he could, every now and then, trust me with his inner self, especially in the bedroom.
I needed his amusement, not his annoyance. I needed optimism, not pessimism. I needed a husband, not another child that I was constantly having to care for.
There. That's it.
Cemar, read that about eight million times, because it's a diamond mine's worth of insight.
