Re: Savannah and G
Savannah looked at him, sighing. "Are you sure you aren't Catholic? You seem to have a need to be the guilty party all the time. You're doing good, G. You're doing a lot of good." She put both arms around him and squeezed gently. "You're too tough on yourself."
She didn't think that G got it, but he did, at least part of it. "Both, to be honest," she answered. "And I get all of that. I understand that it wasn't what he thought that he'd never get married, that he did his best to avoid it, but I did ask, and he said that he doesn't see himself married, that he might never want to, and maybe never isn't really never, but it doesn't matter, because next year could be just as good as never. Tomorrow might be as good as never when things are so unstable. Even if I could know for sure that we'd be here in a year, which I don't, because there is no way to know, I can't wait a year or two, just in case he changes his mind. What happens if he doesn't then? I've spent years of my life, having sex with a man who's not my husband, who's told me he doesn't want to be my husband, and who finally decides that he's never changing his mind. I can't in good conscience do that." She sighed. "I know he loves me, but love changes, disappears. It's all too easy nowadays, with people falling in and out of love, talking about forever until they split up and get divorced. I… I can't do that, G. It's not who I am and what I believe in. I don't want him to feel forced into a marriage, because that would end in disaster, but I have to do what's right, too."
She smiled. "And I get to decorate the room. I don't need much, just a few changes to make it more… mine."