Marissa watched Cyril closely as she waited for him to answer her question.  Was he really prepared for this?  Was it even something that would be successful, or in the end, was she putting herself through all of this for nothing?  She was here now with Bridget, and she knew she was nothing like this woman.  Maybe Cyril just needed something Marissa was incapable of providing.<br/><br/>It was the first misgivings she'd had since walking into this house, at least real ones.  Of course, every moment held some doubt, but she'd been so focused on how badly she wanted it to work that she'd not given real consideration to what if it didn't.  But she felt like a fish out of water here.  Her husband was acting in a way that was foreign to her, not at all like the man she thought she knew.<br/><br/>She rankled when he responded to her and then turned toward Bridget, almost as if requesting permission or validation.  But then she thought about what she'd just been told.  She was putting herself in a position where this wasn't going to work, letting resentment eat at her.  This had been her idea, but she was closed off to it and not giving it a real chance.  And she was going to end up without Cyril in her life if she kept it up.<br/><br/>He left, and Bridget explained the safe room and its rules to her.  And it was a wake up call for Marissa.  She needed an attitude adjustment.  If she couldn't let go of all of the built up resentment and just do this, she was wasting her time and should just leave.  And if she were honest, part of her wanted to.  She felt like she'd lost Cyril months ago.  But he'd come back, and it was obvious he loved her still.  And lord knew how much she loved him, and how much all of this had left her life ripped into shreds.<br/><br/>She looked into Bridget's eyes when she responded, and there was a new resolve in her tone.  "I'm going to keep an open mind in there," she promised, and it was more for her own benefits than this woman's.  Bridget's words prepared her.  He'd be naked.  This was where the sexual things would start.  "A marriage he values a great deal...," she murmured, letting her voice trail off.  Was it?  Had they talked about her before?  What had he said?  Part of her wanted to ask, but she didn't.  No answer was going to be without some pain for her, and she needed to put that behind her.  When she walked into that room, she was going to watch and learn, and she was going to try her best to stop focusing on her pain.  She stood up.  "Okay, let's go."