As am I.

The words formed in her mind, on her tongue, but somehow did not leave her mouth. Instead, the best that Dezzie could do was nod mutely in the dark, keenly aware of how inadequate such an action was under the circumstances. She had quite literally said that her husband, the man she loved more than she loved even herself, was the worst thing that had ever happened to her. At the very least, such an awful slight deserved an apology, but the words continued to die on her lips.

“I didn’t want any of this—not so soon,” she was able to say after several long moments. It was not the apology she had hoped for, but perhaps if she could help him understand, make him understand, he would not hate her so much, and he would see how ardently she loved him in return.