The only person I don't keep any secrets from is you. And I kept plenty from you, before.

( it's not unfair, though, to note that she is a terrible liar. that some of those things she kept from him came out through her hand being forced; that while most of those she confided in about their relationship were purposeful, she was caught out at least once. she frowns past him, allows— )

I can understand, ( and dislike, immensely, ) if there are things it would be safer for me not to be able to be caught out about, but what I can't countenance is having to just take for granted that you're going to spend the rest of our marriage lying to me and leaving me in the dark and that's just how it has to be.

That isn't a marriage, that's something you play with when it suits you and set aside when it doesn't. You can't even tell me that you're doing something and I need to trust you? You'd rather just have me find out with every other idiot when you do something?

What am I supposed to do with it when I trusted— ( past tense ) —you and you're telling me you never trusted me?