He crossed his arms.
“I knew you’d have concerns.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“Natalie, we’ve been planning this wedding for a year. You’ve been stressed. Every conversation about money turns into a whole thing.”
“Because you keep saying everything will work out without explaining how.”
He laughed bitterly.
“And this is exactly why I didn’t bring it up earlier.”
Silence followed.
I waited, hoping he would recognize what he’d admitted.
Instead, he continued.
“I figured once the wedding was over, once we were settled, you’d be more open to it.”
“So you deliberately waited until after I was your wife?”
He shifted uncomfortably.
“I wouldn’t put it that way.”
“How would you put it?”
“I thought you’d come around.”
Those words hurt more than his previous explanations.
For three years, I’d believed Seth valued my perspective even during disagreements.
