Beatrice was talking about a crisis at her job.
I hated when she talked about her job.
She always made it sound like her job was more important than mine.
And I had learned over the years to not talk about my job, other wise she would get worried.
I had also learned to smile, nod and say:
“Yes, my dear”
To everything she said.
I love my wife.
When dinner was over, I felt bad, leaving Cynthia to do the dishes all by herself and I didn’t want Beatrice to get any idea of out little session.
“Caleb, wont you help Cynthia with the dishes?”
If I couldn’t be her knight in shining armor I might as well send in my only son.
Caleb was a miracle baby.
We had been trying for some time, but nothing had happened.
And then she got pregnant with him.
When he was born he had a lack of oxygen
