The Things I Still Couldn’t Understand
I had finally accepted one simple truth.
After ten months of marriage, I still didn’t understand William.
Not completely.
I thought I did.
I thought I had figured him out.
I knew when he was tired. I knew when he was stressed. I knew when he was happy. I knew the little things he liked at breakfast and the way he preferred his coffee.
I knew that when he came home and loosened his tie before even saying anything, work had probably been difficult.
I knew that when he smiled at me from across the dinner table, something good had happened.
I knew that when he became quiet, something was bothering him.
But there was another side of William I couldn’t understand.
The possessive side.
The jealous side.
The side that appeared whenever another ma
