We were sitting at the dinner table once more. She'd tried playing the 'I'll eat later' card a few nights ago, and I'd nipped that s**t in the bud. I'm sure she thinks I'm being too hard on her, but she has no idea. I'm trying to avoid any future f**k ups of this magnitude because there's no guarantee I'll be able to hold back if there is a next time. She lifted her fork to her mouth, and I noticed her bare hand and remembered something important that I'd forgotten to take care of.
"Tomorrow, we're going shopping." She picked her head up and looked at me. She was probably wondering if all was forgiven since this was the first time I'd initiated a conversation since that bullshit happened.
Like I said, the only time I said anything to my woman in two weeks is when I was buried balls deep
