Drevorin and I have broken up.
He asked me to move in with him and I refused for the moment. He has nowhere for me to go to, no house to call his own and I had heard that it was wrong for me to live with him before we wed. He did not take my refusal too kindly, believing that I had chosen Baecere over him. To make matters worse, he then proceeded to destroy the furniture. That only made me more reluctant, for I will not be bullied in such a way and certainly not by the man I had chosen to marry.
Alas, it all went downhill from there and he admitted that he did not trust me. I know that I have my problems with trusting, especially him considering all that I know of him, but I do try. It seems to me that there is no sense in wedding someone who simply refuses to trust me at all. Are not relationships built on such a foundation? If I am to spend the rest of my life with the man, then surely he should have some faith in me and my word as he wishes for me to do with him.
He would rather trust in the twisted words and half-truths of his associates, though, and for that reason alone, I gave him back the ring. I regret it now. I miss him terribly and wish that I had handled the situation in a different manner. I yearn for him. I wish I could make it right.
Everyone tells me that it is better this way, that I am better off without him. They say that I should never speak with him again and perhaps they are right. However, I cannot let it end this way. I cannot give up so easily on him or what we had. I have to try.
I have asked Delinor and Rosabur to let him know that I wish to speak with him. There is naught more I can do now than wait to see if he comes to me, or if I can come across him in Bree. I know what I shall say, I know what I shall do, but I can say and do nothing until I see him again. If I see him again.
