Sometimes he became defensive before remembering that an explanation about his feelings did not answer what he had done.

We began having conversations with help, in a setting where I did not have to keep returning us to the same question alone.

I did not promise that our marriage would survive because he had finally said the correct thing.

I chose to see whether the behavior could change consistently.

There were good days.

There were difficult ones.

There were evenings when the babies were asleep and neither of us wanted to talk about anybody’s mother.

We learned that postponing a discussion until we had rested was different from burying it indefinitely.