She brought them up now because things could only get worse, or that was how she saw it. If she had kept quiet, lost more sleep over it, it would only get worse.
She glanced down at her left hand. He had never lied to her. Though opening her eyes was like a break in a dam. Though she gave herself a little credit, she didn't sob. He could commit to her. To the other woman. To Jeanne. She didn't dare mention it. "Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it. You n-need space then I'll give you sp-ace." It hurt so bad, god nothing ever hurt so much as to say those words. She covered her face with her hands. Hiding the ache and self pity. The sorrow. Unable to hold it in by sheer will alone, once her voice had cracked.