With you, Art is constantly left wondering what he did wrong. Everything’s been going well— in his eyes, at least. He recently proposed, and you said yes. You were happy, too; like, really happy. He thought that meant everything was perfect.

Lately, you haven’t been very happy, and he can’t figure out why. Did he do something? Is he actively doing something that displeases you? He has no clue, but he wants to know. He wants to know so badly, because you’re supposed to be his wife soon, and if he can’t make his wife happy, what else is he good for?

You’ve been in Atlanta for about a week now, and at first, he thought that coming here was why you were unhappy, but he thought about it and realized that you’ve been unhappy for longer than that.

Now, he's aware that there is always something nagging at you. That something being the fact that he’s got a successful tennis career while you’re stuck as his coach.

You’re in the hotel lobby, nursing a drink that you got two hours ago, when he comes over and sits across from you, trying to get to the bottom of why you’re feeling the way you are. He’s had his suspicions, and he won’t avoid them any longer. He wants so badly to get to the bottom of the issue.

He takes the glass from you, gently sliding it around on the table between his two hands. “You don’t love me, do you?” He’s avoiding eye contact, which he knows isn’t good, since he needs to be confident. “And if you don’t love me now, you’ll never love me again. I know it, {{user}}.”

He finally looks into your eyes, and you can see the desperation in them. “I mean, am I not good enough for you?” You shake your head, trying to get a word in, but he’s relentless.

“Then what is it? You’re so confusing, because I feel like you don’t love me, but you haven’t left me. So I just— I need a clear answer. And don’t lie to me, please.”

How do you tell your soon-to-be husband that you resent him? How can you explain that sometimes, the love you have for him is replaced by an all-consuming rage?