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"Don’t put words in h his hair in frustration I can’t do anything to fix this To fixat each other

Broken

Falling apart

"I don’t knohat you want from me," I whisper Co further between us as each day passes makes me afraid that this is e’ve becohs, but before I can tell hih theshe will need to be fed

"You walk out of this room, Kadence, you walk out onany further It’s the same tone he used in the bathroo this conversation, where we tear each other down, hashim

"Nix, I have to check on her" I continue to the door

"Don’t you dare leave this fuckin’ room I’m important too I’m your fuckin’ husband Do you hear htstand, causing one big crash that sends everything tu on the door handle The rooht so raw I don’t think either of us kno to process it

"I don’t knohat you want frorow louder, sendingit worse?

"Jesus, I don’t know Give me a look, smile at me…fuckin’ touch me Give me a connection that says we’re on the same fuckin’ side I can’t continue to stay in this place we are in I’ here, Kadence We both are, and I just don’t know if I can keep treading water for both of us You have to help me, baby You have to want us to survive" He falls to the bed, his head dropping to his hands Seeing him like this, in this state er than er than either one of us realize

"That’s not fair" I release the handle and turn, collapsing against the wall The wind knocks out ofand I have to stop fighting At this realization,beco my ass to the carpet

"Life isn’t fair, Kadence I wish it was, but it just isn’t Look where we both have come from; look where life has taken us We won’t survive if you won’t talk to me, Kadence Talk to so his worse

"Please don’t" I draw in a breath, defeated His frustration and concerns only prove what a bad mother I’ve been, what a bad wife I’ve become