Marissa pursed her lips as she listened to Cyril's explanation.  So he felt like there was too much pressure on him?  She felt guilt eat at her.  Had she created this?  Had she driven her husband into the arms of another woman, one who didn't rely on him so much?<br/><br/>She felt like she had cried a lifetime of tears in the past few months, and she was done with that.  It was time to move past all of that.  She wanted to make it happen, and so did Cyril.  He was finally talking to her, making her understand, and that was the first real step they had taken toward healing what had happened between them.  She would try to understand, try not to judge.  And she would let Bridget teach her to be what Cyril needed.<br/><br/>"Okay," she nodded.  "You want to have someone else be in control sometimes, and you're here, so you must be okay with me in that role."  Her eyes met Bridget's intense in their determination.  "So, how do I do that?  How do I learn to be what my husband needs, what he gets from you?"