She had been unkind to him over the course of their marriage. When she considered not just the physical violence she'd inflicted on the man, but the cruel emotional and verbal abuse, she struggled to believe why any sane man would still love her, still desire to have a future with her. Not that he was perfect. Far from it. Her memories might have been manipulated to lead her to believe that he'd been the abusive one, but that didn't make him a saint. Antonin had done his share of bad and hurtful in their marriage. Perhaps to be in love, one had to first be a little bit insane. Or perhaps he believed that after all of the terrible acts he'd committed over the course of his lifetime, loving an abusive woman was his due punishment. She hated that she had to classify herself as such. Considering the way she acted under the influence of the illegal potions and her own blood thirst, it wasn't as if Hermione could deny it was the truth. Not now that her head was finally clear after years of being choked in the shadows.