Seeing her husband again brought up an influx of emotion that she hadn't expected. It was easier to imagine him being the monster of epic proportions that her addled and terrified mind made him out to be when he wasn't around. She could dwell on all the very worst qualities he possessed, all of the very worst memories of their life together. The sound of his laughter intermingling with hers as they laid in bed late at night going over the details of their day like any other mundane married couple was beginning to be a distant memory that might have even belonged to someone else. The tender touch of his hand was almost forgotten, only to be replaced with thoughts of the all of the times that he physically hurt her. Seeing him again, seeing his familiar eyes filled with what could only be described as concern made it harder to think only of the worst parts of her husband.