Redhawk Caldera The old red hills of home

Well, she'd succeeded in killing the mood. He sounded deflated, which she'd been going for. And now absolutely felt guilty about. He was annoying the shit out of her, but there wasn't a single iota in her that thought her annoyance was reasonable. She knew she had no right to make him feel as upset about this as she did, yet that didn't stop her.

She didn't understand how he could take her shit like that and respond the way he did. Hopefully one day she would, but for now, his failure to rise at her prompting took a lot of the wind out of her anger. It left her feeling even more unreasonable than before, and even rarer - ashamed.

I don't get tired of you, she replied, quieter. She didn't know how to explain what it was she did get. It didn't make much sense to her either. I just didn't want it like this. That wasn't particularly helpful, but she was completely unwilling to go further than that. I should talk to her.

She completely ignored his last joke and pushed past, this time actually leaving unless he followed. It was probably just an attempt at humor, but it nailed home what she already had heavy doubts about. It wasn't supposed to happen like this.. And now she was stuck wondering.

Is it the kids, or is it me?

Last for me, most likely! <3