He's done all the right things this past year, since the lawnmower fight. He doesn't bitch or act childish when I bring up shit that we have to be responsible about. He's told me when he's pissed off, instead of letting it fester. Tons of the tiny things, to show me he's trying. Progress. Definitely progress. He understands the nights I find myself asking exactly who he hung out with last night, though they are few and far between. Don't ask how many times I ask the question internally, instead. When will I be able to trust him again, fully? Accidents happen, people make mistakes. I know that. This shit is no fucking fairytale, and it never has been. I'm no princess, and I won't ever inspire some knight's grand gestures. I'm average, in every damn way.
I feel SO guilty.