บท 56: Chapter 56: Mariana, Part 2

I take a bite of my own food as I contemplate my answer. "I'm not asking because I'm in an emotional, girly, please-let-him-give-me-the-right-answer kind of mood. Since we're having this weird conversation anyway, I'm just genuinely curious."

He takes his time, swallowing, putting down his utensils, wiping his mouth with his napkin. Finally, he leans forward, elbows on the table. "The last time I had sex was the last night we were together. At the conference."

My eyebrows shoot up. "Redesigning Your Marriage conference?"

He nods.

"But that's before we were even divorced."

"I know."

"That was almost two years ago."

"I know that, too."

That's not the answer I expected. I thought he would have at least had a fling or two after the divorced was finalized.

"That doesn't mean I've been a saint, Mari." I see guilt in his eyes. It makes me sad for him, to see him disappointed in himself. I say nothing, just take small bites of my food as I wait for him to continue.