" Don t talk to me I yell at him as he walks into the bedroom and turns and walks straight back out with a frown and a sigh, doing his best not to fight with me again. We have been fighting all day about everything and nothing and I am being my crazy, irrational self-right now, who doesn t want to converse or touch in any way. Good old Sophie is reverting inside her head to deal with this s**t and Arry is on the verge of some sort of silent mental break down."
"Feeling enraged, crazy upset that this is ruining everything for us. My head s a chaos of mess and conflicting thoughts and fear."
"A baby, a real live little human being inside of me, that we put there, and it screws everything up. I can t go home unless by land and sea and Arry would never be okay with that long-haul journ
