Cole's POV
I eye her, standing taller, wider as I do.
This isn't like the other times.
This time I'm sure.
And this time she truly has gone too far.
"Do you have suitcases or would you prefer garbage bags?".
"Cole... Cole... let's just... let's talk about this" she says, waving her hands around as she does.
"I'm your mate. Yes, I'm not perfect but who is?
Maybe if you were home more or... or didn't work so much I could keep a better handle on it.... but you're never here Cole.
What exactly do you expect me to do?".
"You aren't seriously trying to make this somehow my fault... are you?" at her silence I go ahead and answer myself, "Of course you are, because that apparently is a whole lot easier than looking in a fu*king mirror".
"You know what" I continue further, "None of this
