"Yes," I said. I stopped. He stopped too. He was confused. He didn’t know about the dimple on my face because he had never made me smile.
"I can’t believe I never noticed it," he said. We already knew that.
"We don’t have a marriage that will make us smile. If you had a dimple, I wouldn't have noticed it either," I said. He was obviously upset by this. Did he expect that because I loved him, I was constantly trying to hurt him?
"Are you complaining about our marriage?" he asked.
I thought for a moment. Was I complaining?
"No, I'm not. It's just marriage. Of course, this wasn’t the marriage I dreamed of, but I have no complaints. After I got pregnant with our daughter, things changed. She has the power to make everything beautiful."
"You’re right. She really does have the power to lig
