Going home so that Mara and I can talk. I dread it. We desperately need to talk. But I'm afraid this is just going to be me hearing about how I've failed Mara as a husband. Actually, I suppose I have. Failed her. I've never known how to be or even what Mara wants me to be. I've never been able to make her happy. Instead I feel like I've just supplied a steady stream of bitter disappointments. And the most frustrating thing is that I've never really known why.

Yeah, I truly dread this.