Martin,” I said honestly, staring at the fire. “You’ve broken my trust. That’s not something that can be fixed overnight.””We have a lot to talk about, and a lot to work through,” I continued. “But not tonight. Tonight, I need some space.” “Of course,” Martin nodded. “I’ll… I’ll sleep on the couch.” As he returned to the house, I remained by the fire, watching it slowly die down. The garden needs to be replanted, I thought. New seeds, new soil, new life. Maybe our relationship could be the same way. Only time would tell which path we’d choose. But one thing was certain, my thoughts regarding Martin would never be the same again.What would you have done if you were in my place?
