Facing our Demons

"I do not believe a word that you say."

"What can I do to make you believe me?"

"Nothing. There is nothing you can do in this world that will make you believe you, because I once did, and that got me burnt."

"What is it that you are asking of me?"

I hold my belly, laughter bubbling in my throat but it's hysterical. He is asking me what I am asking of him. I think it's not laughter … its anger.

"What did you ask me?" it comes out in a whisper. I turn to look at him, and I find that he has bowed his head, and his tie is undone.

"I am asking you to start over, but you don't believe me when I tell you that things will be different. What do you want from me?"

"It's not what I want, but you taking the responsibility, accountability for what you did which destroyed what we had."

"You cheated on me," his eyes flare.