Amber always wondered about married couples. How could two people who had so much passion and love for one another, who believed they'd survive the pitfalls of spending their lives with each other, how could they fall so far from that ideal? When was that moment, when instead of love, the contempt started to burst through. She'd seen it herself. Or at least believed that love was once there, because all she had seen was the hate and irritation at tolerating their spouses' presence. It seemed clear from the outside. The person you fall in love with won't be enough to satisfy growing appetites. Even if it's what everyone around her believed in and wanted, one marriage, one family. The people who chose otherwise paid the price, their reputation would be damaged and they had succumbed to their lesser passions. There wasn't any sense in living like that. Unhappy and unsatisfied to please everyone but yourself. That's what she's here for, to appear a certain way her own expense? Amber knew she couldn't be the only one in her partners life. He certainly couldn't be the only one for her either. If one wasn't enough, why couldn't she be honest and ask? If she didn't ask and just maintained her silence, it seemed a sure thing her frustration would manifest in the ways she had seen in every couple she had observed. Would it be so hard to just ask?

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