“I appreciate your concern, but I need you to trust me to make my own decisions.”
She looked at me for a long time.
“I trust you. I’m not sure I trust him.”
I married Daniel three months after we met.
Helen attended the ceremony, but she didn’t smile in the photographs.
I told myself she would come around.
For the first few weeks, Daniel seemed determined to prove her wrong.
Then, slowly, the little things began to change.
It started with my health.
I had always been reasonably active. I walked every morning, worked in my garden, and rarely needed more than an occasional painkiller for my aching knees.
About three weeks after our wedding, I began feeling exhausted.
At first, I blamed the excitement of married life. Then came the dizziness.
I would stand up from the sofa and have to grip the furniture until the room stopped moving.
