CHAPTER 14: THE CONFESSION
A few months later, Brandon admitted something I hadn't expected.
"I was jealous," he said.
"What?"
"When the girls were born, you gave them all your attention. You barely looked at me."
"I was exhausted, Brandon. I was trying to keep two babies alive."
"I know. But I felt replaced. I felt like I didn't matter anymore."
"You could have helped. You could have supported me."
"I know. I was selfish. I wanted you to need me, but I wasn't willing to do anything to help."
"That's not how marriage works."
"I know that now. But I didn't know that then."
I was quiet for a long moment.
"I was drowning," I said. "And you let me."
"I know. I'm sorry."
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For admitting it."
He nodded.
"I'm trying to be honest. With myself. With you. With the girls."
"That's a start."
"I'm going to keep trying."
We sat in silence.
And for the first time, I felt like we were having a real conversation.
Not about the past.
May you like
But about the future.
And that was more important than anything.
