“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Robert smiled a small bitter smile.
“Because I was ashamed.
“From me?”
"Of myself.
His voice broke.
“If you’re getting older. Realizing that I was no longer the same man you married.
The tears slipped back down my face.
During that whole time, I had believed that I was the only one terrified to grow old.
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But the man who slept next to me had been living with the same fear.
We just never talked about it.
I reached out to yours.
I was unfaithful to you.
Robert didn't rush to comfort me.
He didn't say nothing was wrong.
He didn't tell me to forget.
And somehow, I was grateful that I didn't.
He simply said:
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"Yes.
That one word hurt.
Because it was true.
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You think you might one day forgive me?
Robert watched me for a long time.