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calmed down a little due to her energy being used up.
By the time she put her feet up, she was drained completely like a used up battery. She poured herself a glass, got herself a straw, put her feet up and turned on the TV.
But she didn’t focus on a single program as she flicked back and forth looking for a nice, sentimental and romantic film to lose herself in.
Instead, she drank her wine and thought about Verona. She would be there soon. But as she settled down and flicked through the TV stations, she heard the door to their bedroom open and a few seconds later a groggy Carlos appeared in front of her.
“Hi, honey,” he said, pinching the corners of his eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
She glanced at him once before turning her attention the TV and continued to sip through her straw.
“I see you found the wine?” He gave her the kind of smile that had once captivated her heart. Only now it made her want to throw something at him. She lay sprawled out across the sofa taking up the seating space. Carlos had nowhere to sit—unless he sat on the other couch. Instead, he moved to the bottom end and sat on the few inches of cushion that was available to him by her feet.
She sensed his reticence, his sheepishness and caught him examining her face. “I thought we’d order take-out. You know, from the restaurant.” His voice was light and airy, full of apology and expectation.
“I’m not hungry.”
“How come?” he asked, squeezing her calf. “Did you already eat?”
“No, I’m just not hungry.” She sipped some more wine. It was good, and it flowed through her veins like liquid happiness.
He made a noise that sounded like disappointment turned loud. “I waited for you. I thought we might have gone out tonight, you know, because I messed up the last time. But I didn’t want to ask Elsa to babysit again.”
“Good thing you didn’t. Ava thinks we already overwork her.”
“No?” he asked, in surprise. “Did she actually say that?”
“She sorta implied it, in a roundabout way.” She couldn’t work out why Carlos grated on her and even though he was trying to get on her good side by giving her calves an unasked-for massage, she wanted him to go away.
A wall of animosity had come between them—for her at least. It hadn’t suddenly appeared either. This had been a few months in the making. Possibly even since Tori had been born. Their relationship had become strained and she wasn’t sure what it was. Could sleep deprivation be that big a factor in divorce?
He asked her something, but she was pretending so hard to be dismissive and aloof—something that had become her new normal—that she really had switched off. She’d barely looked at him, either.
“Hmmm?” she said, sipping on her straw.
“Rona?” he said sharply.
“What?” She finally and begrudgingly directed her gaze at him. He looked as miserable as hell.
“Just put that down would you?” He sat forward on the couch, restless. The sombre tone of his voice immediately grabbed her attention and she pulled the straw out of her mouth. The air crackled with tension. Not now, please . She didn’t want another row—not now when she had some news for him. She wondered when to break it to him.
“Do you think we could ever have a proper conversation? Why is this so hard?”
“Why is what hard, Carlos?”
“Why are we always fighting? Why are you always so pissed off when you see me?”
“I just got home about half an hour ago. I had to clean up the kitchen and the living room. And now I’m unwinding in front of the TV. You don’t have to do any of that when you get in from work. It’s one or two days a week. I thought you’d be able to manage, because I do. And when you don’t, of course I’m going to get angry.”
“You’re always angry. It’s not just one or two days a week.”
“You misunderstood what I’m trying to tell you.” But she was too fed up to try to get her point across and
By the time she put her feet up, she was drained completely like a used up battery. She poured herself a glass, got herself a straw, put her feet up and turned on the TV.
But she didn’t focus on a single program as she flicked back and forth looking for a nice, sentimental and romantic film to lose herself in.
Instead, she drank her wine and thought about Verona. She would be there soon. But as she settled down and flicked through the TV stations, she heard the door to their bedroom open and a few seconds later a groggy Carlos appeared in front of her.
“Hi, honey,” he said, pinching the corners of his eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
She glanced at him once before turning her attention the TV and continued to sip through her straw.
“I see you found the wine?” He gave her the kind of smile that had once captivated her heart. Only now it made her want to throw something at him. She lay sprawled out across the sofa taking up the seating space. Carlos had nowhere to sit—unless he sat on the other couch. Instead, he moved to the bottom end and sat on the few inches of cushion that was available to him by her feet.
She sensed his reticence, his sheepishness and caught him examining her face. “I thought we’d order take-out. You know, from the restaurant.” His voice was light and airy, full of apology and expectation.
“I’m not hungry.”
“How come?” he asked, squeezing her calf. “Did you already eat?”
“No, I’m just not hungry.” She sipped some more wine. It was good, and it flowed through her veins like liquid happiness.
He made a noise that sounded like disappointment turned loud. “I waited for you. I thought we might have gone out tonight, you know, because I messed up the last time. But I didn’t want to ask Elsa to babysit again.”
“Good thing you didn’t. Ava thinks we already overwork her.”
“No?” he asked, in surprise. “Did she actually say that?”
“She sorta implied it, in a roundabout way.” She couldn’t work out why Carlos grated on her and even though he was trying to get on her good side by giving her calves an unasked-for massage, she wanted him to go away.
A wall of animosity had come between them—for her at least. It hadn’t suddenly appeared either. This had been a few months in the making. Possibly even since Tori had been born. Their relationship had become strained and she wasn’t sure what it was. Could sleep deprivation be that big a factor in divorce?
He asked her something, but she was pretending so hard to be dismissive and aloof—something that had become her new normal—that she really had switched off. She’d barely looked at him, either.
“Hmmm?” she said, sipping on her straw.
“Rona?” he said sharply.
“What?” She finally and begrudgingly directed her gaze at him. He looked as miserable as hell.
“Just put that down would you?” He sat forward on the couch, restless. The sombre tone of his voice immediately grabbed her attention and she pulled the straw out of her mouth. The air crackled with tension. Not now, please . She didn’t want another row—not now when she had some news for him. She wondered when to break it to him.
“Do you think we could ever have a proper conversation? Why is this so hard?”
“Why is what hard, Carlos?”
“Why are we always fighting? Why are you always so pissed off when you see me?”
“I just got home about half an hour ago. I had to clean up the kitchen and the living room. And now I’m unwinding in front of the TV. You don’t have to do any of that when you get in from work. It’s one or two days a week. I thought you’d be able to manage, because I do. And when you don’t, of course I’m going to get angry.”
“You’re always angry. It’s not just one or two days a week.”
“You misunderstood what I’m trying to tell you.” But she was too fed up to try to get her point across and
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