I guess I didn't understand my husband as well as I thought. I didn't think, or rather, I didn't bother with his past, his family, almost everything else. All my life I've been dealing with shallow and superficial people. I never realise that there were still so many layers to this blading genius, this enigma. I couldn't see these layers.
He's told me a bit about his history, but what guarantee do I have that he'll do it again and show me how he really is like? He doesn't trust me 100%, and I accept that. He has his slip-ups and encounters that made him more wary about people. But of course, I'm not going to accept if he doesn't give me 100% of his trust for the whole of our time together.
I'm going to change all that and more. I'm going to make him trust in me more. I'm going to become his pillar of support and be there for him no matter what.
Just you wait.