"It isn't fair when you cry. I can't fight when you cry," I said.
"I can't fight without crying," May said.
"One could see that as a sign that things will work out."
"I guess. You could if you were optimistic."
"Yeah, I guess."
I unlocked the heavy metal gate in front of the door.
"Should I make dinner?" she asked.
"If you want. I'm having a beer with Dan. After work."
"So you don't want dinner?"
"I was going to tell you earlier, but this stuff."
"Sure." She pushed her hands deep into the pockets of her blue bathrobe. "I'll make dinner. If you're here, you're here."
"Sure."
And then I left for work.
"I can't fight without crying," May said.
"One could see that as a sign that things will work out."
"I guess. You could if you were optimistic."
"Yeah, I guess."
I unlocked the heavy metal gate in front of the door.
"Should I make dinner?" she asked.
"If you want. I'm having a beer with Dan. After work."
"So you don't want dinner?"
"I was going to tell you earlier, but this stuff."
"Sure." She pushed her hands deep into the pockets of her blue bathrobe. "I'll make dinner. If you're here, you're here."
"Sure."
And then I left for work.
What should have said was something like "I'm sorry, I'm wrong, it'll be alright, and I'll be home." But I didn't. What a worthless shit I am.
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