Harry knew that part of the reason he'd come here was because he wanted to tell Ginny what had happned. He wanted her opinion on the matter. He trusted it and it had never steered him wrong in the past, but there was still a part of him that really didn't want to tell her. Perhaps it was the fear that he'd been the one to screw it all up and he didn't want it to be verified.
"This isn't ... working out as I'd hoped, is all." he responded, knowing that was a lame excuse. Nothing was working out how anyone wanted it to and he was the very last person that should be complaining on that part. "Call me nieve, but I just thought this whole marriage thing would be a good change. Something that would allow me to find something stable."
Since everything had started, stable had been the very last thing he'd found. "I just don't know what I'm doing anymore."