What Fray had said usually wouldn't bother her. In the past, she was used to his kind of words. When she actually thought she was being too much and Fray was truly tired from working hard all day long. All the times she thought she was unworthy of real love and affection. Of being anybody's wife.
A bad luck.
'Anna, your sex drive is too high. I have never been able to keep up. Can't you understand that I am tired from working? How can you even have the urge after losing your brother and child?"
It cut deeper than a knife wound. He knew how difficult it took her to grow off all she lost. And what he spoke about was two and half years ago, a wound she still nursed secretly because this same Fray had said 'she was doing too much with the depression and mourning'.
Afterall, 'it's not a fully grown child.'
She needed to 'grow out of seeking sympathy and faking depression'.
