Here we are, on a Thursday evening.   Both a little quiet, save for coughing fits. He,watching football, me, reading.  The book – The Marriage Benefit.

I think to myself, how I could try to work harder on things.  I could make this better.  I could work enough for both of us.  I’m too hard on my husband.   I should be kinder, more generous, able to overlook problems…

Then?

This:

He fell into the window.

Back to bitch in two seconds flat.