In watching him closely, she exhaled slowly, feeling a little of the tension drain from her limbs and a smile tug at the corners of her lips. She hated that he was apologizing for a completely valid reaction to her mistake, but she was relieved that he felt the same way she did. Daff had brought this on herself, she could hardly blame him. It had been one blunder after another since July, it felt like and she wondered just what was wrong with her. Here she had this wonderful husband who deserved better, and she kept falling into the past or her own head and screwing things up.
Awkwardly, she managed to scoot forward in the armchair and get herself out of it, bringing her blanket with her. There was no way she could sink down to the floor where he was sitting and ever get up, so she sat on the sofa instead, hoping he would join her. Her hips ached and her back hurt, but she ignored the discomfort, trying to find the most suitable angle to sit. "It's my fault," she sighed, just barely managing to hold the tears at bay. It wasn't so much that she was sad, she wanted to have this conversation, they just seemed to be at the ready all the time lately. She blamed the baby.
She felt better already just being closer to him and she thought through what she wanted to say as she settled into her seat. She'd imagined how this conversation would go hundreds of times, but she had never been able to come up with a concise apology. Daff had too much to apologize for but she was trying not to ramble, to be better with her words, and overcome the need to overexplain. "You deserved better," she started, already knowing he would try to disagree, but she hadn't been a very good wife this year and there was no going back to change it. However, there was a new year coming and new adventures and she hoped they could try again. Daff had learned from her mistakes; she wanted to actively work on fixing them. They'd missed out on too much in the last half of the year and she didn't want it to be that way any more. "I know I'm sorry doesn't change anything, and there isn't much I can say to make up for what I've done," there had to be some way to move forward though. "but I want to, because this is worth fixing." Daff would rather repeat the last six months with Elias than be anywhere else.
Awkwardly, she managed to scoot forward in the armchair and get herself out of it, bringing her blanket with her. There was no way she could sink down to the floor where he was sitting and ever get up, so she sat on the sofa instead, hoping he would join her. Her hips ached and her back hurt, but she ignored the discomfort, trying to find the most suitable angle to sit. "It's my fault," she sighed, just barely managing to hold the tears at bay. It wasn't so much that she was sad, she wanted to have this conversation, they just seemed to be at the ready all the time lately. She blamed the baby.
She felt better already just being closer to him and she thought through what she wanted to say as she settled into her seat. She'd imagined how this conversation would go hundreds of times, but she had never been able to come up with a concise apology. Daff had too much to apologize for but she was trying not to ramble, to be better with her words, and overcome the need to overexplain. "You deserved better," she started, already knowing he would try to disagree, but she hadn't been a very good wife this year and there was no going back to change it. However, there was a new year coming and new adventures and she hoped they could try again. Daff had learned from her mistakes; she wanted to actively work on fixing them. They'd missed out on too much in the last half of the year and she didn't want it to be that way any more. "I know I'm sorry doesn't change anything, and there isn't much I can say to make up for what I've done," there had to be some way to move forward though. "but I want to, because this is worth fixing." Daff would rather repeat the last six months with Elias than be anywhere else.
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