The day stinks with frustration and short fuses.
I cross my arms. I’m leaving. I can’t stand this. I’m going.
My empty threats fill the room.
I’m packing my backpack, I pause. I pack. I pause.
He’s silent, I can’t move. I have nowhere to go.
He scoots to the edge of the bed
Come here baby
I collapse into his lap
Tears stream down my cheeks
How can you be around me? I don’t understand
Because I love you. Because we both aren’t perfect. Because the bad comes so sparingly with the good.
I’m silent. I love you too.