This #2 post follows A from post #1 last week, which is here.
A.
“No!” Her voice was nearly a yell, that yell he hated so much, especially when she used it on the kids. “No, it’s not good enough. Just not good enough, Peter! You knew how exhausted I’d be when I got back – it’s not fair that I now have to pick all this up, as well!”
Her anger dissipated as quickly as it had arrived. She collapsed onto the nearest chair, squashing one child’s cardboard-and-sticky-tape creation in the process. She sighed, knowing that what she’d just done would instigate yet another scene, this time with child number 2 instead of her husband. She just felt so drained! So exhausted! So near the end of her tether with life, with the universe, with everything. She closed her eyes to the mess around her and just breathed.
Her husband looked down at her apologetically. “I’m sorry, Sassy. They’ve just been playing, that’s all. Here. You sit for a bit, and I’ll make you a cuppa, shall I?” He moved off in the direction of the kitchen, touching her head lightly as he went.
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B.
“No!” Her voice was nearly a yell, that yell he hated so much, especially when she used it on the kids. “No, it’s not good enough. Just not good enough, Peter! You knew how exhausted I’d be when I got back – it’s not fair that I now have to pick all this up, as well!”
“How dare you?” he yelled straight back at her. “I’ve been working seven days a week, dawn til dusk, and this is the way you treat me when I look after the kids for you all morning, on my first ever morning off?!! No way, Sassy! No frickin’ way!!!”
“You want to treat me like shit? I’ll treat you like shit straight back!”
He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him in his anger.
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C.
“No!” Her voice was nearly a yell, that yell he hated so much, especially when she used it on the kids. “No, it’s not good enough. Just not good enough, Peter! You knew how exhausted I’d be when I got back – it’s not fair that I now have to pick all this up, as well!”
“Well, sorry!” he drawled, the sarcasm so thick you could cut it with a knife.
“I just won’t ever look after the kids again, shall I?” he said, on his way out of the door. “Fine with me…”
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