I might have kidded myself that this was just his natural temperament and it really wasn’t all that bad. But I also knew that he wasn’t going to stop, and the chance that it would get worse would only increase once we were married. Simple common sense told me that there was no way to remake a man’s character once it had been ingrained for so many years.
I’ve always had a fertile mind where all sorts of possibilities seem to materialize before my eyes; even if they are just visions, they seem painfully real. If Jon was this harsh, belittling and cynical now, what would he be like in a year or two? The horror of my vision rose up like a deadly stench and I practically doubled up, choking on the fury with which it suddenly invaded every part of me. I grabbed the window frame to keep from top
