“Look at me… Please!”
She raised her face, her cheeks wet with tears, her eyes filled with fear and pain.
“I’m not going to hurt you, well that is to say I’m not going to attack you with my fists or my feet. What I have to say may hurt you, but I no longer care about that, at least not as much as my own sanity.”
She sobbed slightly, lifting her trembling had to her lips and looking for all the world as though she wanted to protest, but could not frame the words.
“I have stopped waiting for you to give me real answers. I don’t know if you think that you are protecting me or yourself or maybe both of us, but I need to hear the truth from you and then you need to hear the truth from me, so just be honest with me. You did not really love me, did you?”
Her face was suddenly awash with tears and between the sobs there was a refrain of;
“But I did, I did.”
I fixed my eyes on her, locking our gaze together, waited for her to pause and simply slid the verbal knife home;
“Then why did you leave? How could you do that to us?”