When he asked me to marry him, his hands were shaking with nervousness, and I could see how much my answer meant to him.
I said yes without hesitation, not because I was swept away by passion, but because David felt like home.
After years of dating men who kept me constantly off balance, who thrived on drama and unpredictability, being with David was like finally being able to breathe normally.
But that stability came with its own challenges.
David was acutely aware that he was different from my previous boyfriends, and sometimes that awareness manifested as insecurity.
He’d make self-deprecating jokes about being boring compared to my exes or worry that I was going to get tired of our quiet life together.
I should have realized that David’s quiet insecurity was like a sleeping volcano, harmless until it erupts.
The truth is, I’d never told David much about Marcus.
