"And here I thought everything was going amazingly well. People actually like you and the way you do your work," she said. "I'm the only one with the problem."
Savannah finished packing up and then sat on the bed. "I don't want an apology that doesn't mean anything, Marty. You're the one who said that we do our job out there and then we come home and help each other, but we're not. We're doing each other more harm than good. Maybe there are specific things you can't tell me, but G said more than you do, and I'm not saying that to compare you, but to put things into prospective. I read people pretty well, but you make it really hard to see when something is wrong, and if you don't feel the need to talk to me...."
She sighed. "I don't know what's going on or why things aren't okay, but I don't read minds. You tell me you love me and then proceed to tell me all the things I do wrong or why I'm a horrible person. Maybe you haven't shared what's going on, because you're just used to say you love me, but it's not.... I am angry, but mostly I'm wondering why we're bothering. We're angry with each other, we don't seem to like each other very much, and we barely talk and when we do, we argue. Maybe you don't want to fix things with me, and that's... I'm an adult and I appreciate the truth more than lies."