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Chapter 23 - MY MARRIAGE Weston asked after six months:
“Do you think you’ll ever trust me again?”
I answered:
“I trust you with some things.”
He looked hurt.
“That’s not what I mean.”
“I know.”
He wanted a single status.
Trusted.
Untrusted.
Marriage does not work that way after concealment.
I trusted him to show up for Cecily.
He did.
I trusted him to follow the no-Harlan-contact rule.
He did.
I trusted him to tell the therapist ugly things.
He did.
I did not trust him yet to choose me over his father’s judgment when pressure came.
That took longer.
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We attended couples counseling not to guarantee reconciliation.
To determine whether there was enough truth left for one.
