Laying on the air mattress in my attic office, I clutch a rough, scratchy paper towel. The only thing to blow my nose on. I'm not going downstairs for a tissue.
Have you ever felt like stepping out of your life and into another?
People do it. I could just pack a bag, and walk. Happens all the time. "I'm going out for cigarettes." Or in this case, preservative free, sugar free, partially hydrogenated free bread.
We haven't talked in 24 hours. Besides the screaming.
Laying here in the dark, I hear him putting the kids to bed.
If he comes up to talk, we're okay. If he doesn't, we're done.
Such stupid, immature thinking. As if I'd throw away our whole marriage over his failure to guess the "right" action this one night. Come up? Leave her alone? How can he win?
Stupid, immature? Maybe, but it feels real tonight.
As soon as the babies were asleep,
he came up.
HT came up.