<div class="floatleft">(http://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/6251386/783full-jeffrey-finn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Near Albant, New York | June 21, 2013 | Evening<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Closed, Elena<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Frustration<br/><hr/>Insecurity didn't really suit him. Jason took a moment while she explained to think back at the last time he felt like he was insecure in what he was doing. Nothing came to mind. It just wasn't who he was; there were times he was less sure in his actions, but never did he feel like it was because he couldn't preform what he was doing. Sometimes it was lack of information, unclear instruction, but not his inability to deal. “Memories aren't the same as doing.” He murmured in contemplation. If what she was saying was true – which he certainly had no reason to believe that it wasn't – and was something that he had to accept as the way it was; then he had to acknowledge the fact that all this time she had been lying to him. If there was no line, there could truly be no line. She had gone behind him and taken others for herself before bringing this to attention and only the guilt of those choices were what was bringing her here to this state now.<br/><br/>That thought wrenched his heart in a not so pleasant way. His scars burned in a way that he'd forgotten they could, as she made these confessions. What he could not separate was if that pain was brought to the front because he hurt for what she was saying, or if he hurt for the condition he was in. He watched the run of tears drip from her eyes. Watching Elena cry was not something that he enjoyed, and even in all of this he felt deep down that was the bigger issue at play.<br/><br/>What were his other options? He doubted very much that there was a marriage counselor for situations like this. How would they even begin to explain what she was doing to someone else? Likewise a Google search wasn't going to bring them resolution. No, they needed an answer here between them. The stem of the problem though was that this offered very little to Jason – he'd been happy in the marriage since it had happened. There was always going to be moments of finding another person attractive, but feeling genuine desire? It hadn't come up. He didn't really want it to come up either. So while she was presenting him with the option, in reality it felt more like asking for his permission to sleep freely with others. His hands let up from the sides of the chair and turned up right, palms in the air.<br/><br/>“Don't cry.” He said, after a hefty pause. Jason's right hand came up, slowly, gently, to cup her cheek. His thumb brushed along the solid stream that her tears had formed and swiped them away. He still didn't have a good way to respond to this request, this suggestion. He just needed her tears to stop.<br/><br/>This was an emotional problem, but it took him only to that moment to realize that it couldn't be solved with an emotional answer. His thoughts trailed back to the sanctity of the marriage that he felt so strongly for, because while this was the argument against doing this, he had to believe that it was also the basis for acceptance, the acceptance that he needed.<br/><br/>“I believe in you,” He started, a familiar set of words, “the person you will grow to be and the couple we will be together.” His throat gulped heavily as he recalled and spoke the words, “With my whole heart, I take you as my wife, acknowledging and accepting your faults and strengths, as you do mine.”<br/><br/>Not that he had ever seen the sisters as a fault, but in this situation it seemed somewhat important.<br/><br/>“I promise to be faithful and supportive and to always make our family's love and happiness my priority. I will be yours in plenty and in want, in sickness and in health, in failure and in triumph. I will dream with you, celebrate with you and walk beside you through whatever our lives may bring. You are my person, my love and my life, today...” He trailed off, pausing only long enough to use his hand to lift her gaze to meet his, “And always.”<br/><br/>Vows that she had heard once before, on their day. Spoken from his heart rather then scripted before hand. Jason never fancied himself a poet, but those had truly echoed from the soul. “This isn't what we signed up for.” He followed them up, his brows contorting in a rough knit.<br/><br/>“But,” He followed up. “If this is what our life will bring to us, then... We will figure it out. Together, Elena. You can't feel guilty for being who you are, and who you are is someone I promised to accept... No matter what.” It wasn't an easy thing to do, and it was likely it would take him time to work through it, but he was confident that he would work through it, “And this is who you are. So if our marriage needs be open... Then,” He nodded, slowly, “So be it.”