She came back home as upset as I've ever seen her. She asked "Was everything you said about loving me last night a lie?" And she broke down telling me that she wanted to go to a counselor, but she couldn't promise the outcome that I wanted. We hugged and held each other, I apologized for my actions in the past, and for the first time, I saw it in her eyes that she accepted it. We watched part of a movie together, then went to sleep. She held my hand throughout the night.
