She tried to make a list of what was more painful than failing when you've already had it all. The home, the dream job, the man. The list was a long and dark one. She should be thankful for not having been killed, raped, gutted, whatever. But, she continued to sob. She still ached so much. It was a ridiculous coping method, counting one's graces to forget the misfortune.
It had been Ryoma's doing.
"We shouldn't have gotten married, after all." He had told her. "Now, it's gotten out of hand."
She did nothing but cry that day, the following months, and maybe forever then on. But, she'd later realize that Ryoma made the right decision, one she never had the heart to do.
"Good bye, Sakuno."