Taylor showed me pictures of crowns he placed today that turned out really nice. 7 on one guy.
him: "what do you think?"
me: "They look great. You're amazing." I put my hand on his neck.
him: "I know" he smiles.
Later, we pick up the camry. On the way, he raises his voice over something, I get defensive. He grabs my arm "now listen to me..." I wasn't listening. I was hurt. I hate fighting. I clam up and my mind goes blank, which makes him madder. I stare out the window. Maybe I'm too sensitive. Maybe I'm about to get my period. Tears stream down my cheeks. I hop out of the car and pay for the camry and hand him the keys. He wants to talk about it, but I don't, I just want to go. I stopped by the store with Evan. When we get back he asks me if he can help with dinner and says he loves me and I say I love you too. I go in the bathroom and cry, which I haven't done for a long time (not counting earlier in the evening). I flush, and resume making dinner. Which wasn't that great.
Now it's time for the bedtime routine. He's at church.
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