I am in shock. I cannot believe I made him walk out on me. How insufferable exactly have I become? I loosen my tie and lie down on the bed. I miss him already but it's no wonder he walked out. I screamed at him, I hit him too. I picture myself hitting him and in a rage, I get up and punch the mirror on the wall. It shatters into pieces, pretty much like my heart. My hand is hurt. I am looking at the ceiling trying not to feel too much. Trying not to think about the time Maya stabbed me with a knife inside my chest. Trying not to think of anything when I hear shuffling on the baby monitor. I quickly get up and somehow manage to bandage my hand. Catherine doesn't need to wake up to this. I need to be more careful. I need to be more responsible.
I go to her room and gently pick her up. "Hey,
