we get settled. She’s facing me on the couch with her legs folded, her back against the arm of the couch and her hand clutching her glass. I pour some wine in my glass and settle back so we have both our fronts to each other.
“so tell me what’s up...” she says.
“first I am not keeping anything from you…. At least not intentionally. We have barely had any time to talk and things… a lot of things are just happening so fast that sometimes I can barely keep up with them.
“it’s okay babe…. Take a deep breathe. You shouldn’t feel guilty about anything. If it is about the last argument thing we had about me calling you out on needing someone else help while I was there let that go already it has no hold here and we have already sorted all that out already anyways.” she reassures me.
I needed
