In life there were different kinds of torture. But Tristan had no idea what to call the kind of torture that he was currently going through. He was going from hot to cold, then back. Some days he had no idea which way was up, and which way was down. Whether he was coming or going. And the reason for his confusion was simple, he was a married man who had come to the slow realisation that he actually liked his wife.
As far as problems went, it was a very ridiculous one to have. Liking his own wife and having a crisis over it. Who had ever heard of such a thing? Before his own situation, Tristan was pretty sure that if somebody had come up to him all panicked, and said something like
'Please help me. I like my wife and I need to find a way to tell her,' He would have laughed himself silly. His mind simply unable to comprehend how that could be an emergency. After all liking someone was something to be happy about, not to freak out over.
