She thought about all of the things she accused him of. All of her own misery she had placed on his heart. All of the things she had forced him to be accountable for. All of the things she felt were wrong, out of place, or just plain different that she had made up in her mind to dispise she had put before him in a buffet setting, allowing his appetite for self punishment to pick out and which helping his anger would determine he deserved.

it was her own fault, for allowing him to alter her life beyond her comfort. And all she could do was force him to admit to a wrong that he never committed.