I thought she could handle the truth about my past. Thinking this lead to opening my mouth, which I already should have known would not end well. Just the first few words I said didn't sound right. I should of stopped there and said to forget about it but I went on thinking I was doing the right thing, I know know that was a mistake. It got harder and harder to explain as the story became more and more intricate at a pace she could not understand until it came down to that I had a wife and daughter in my old country that were killed. She started to cry and I tried to comfort her but she became angry at me for not telling her this before we were married and had children of our own, and with another on the way I knew she couldn't leave me for not telling her. She became calm but I assume only because she didn't want our children to hear. There was a long moment of silence and then I apologized to try to make the atmosphere lighter. She looked up at me with teary eyes and smiled acknowledging my apology and she too apologized. A great pressure in the room was lifted and I comforted her in my arms and her tears became lighter and lighter until they stopped.