By Moses Sanchez

We stood silently on our bed.  The silence was a mere facade, concealing the war of emotions weighing on my spirit.  I fumbled through my wording, trying my best to catch them before they left my lips, but it was too late. Only three weeks into my marriage, I had made my wife Marilette cry.  With tears, she spoke, “So are you saying this is my fault?”  I stood silent for a few seconds and then said, “Yes.”