* "Do we still have time to talk?" he asks as he hugs me from behind. "I- I don't know" I breathe out. "Baby, I wish you would just come live with me" (Is he crazy, where are my kids going to stay?) I think to myself as I finish catching my breath. "I'm sorry baby, but you started it" he says as he squeezes me. (What a way to be punished) I choose this over the silent treatment any day. "I guess we can talk as we cook and as we eat" I say after a while. He hums but doesn't say anything and I smile because I know that he's fallen asleep. I'm able to slip out of his arms so I put on my clothes, then I cover him with a throw blanket. I go back to the kitchen and I turn down the music then I start cooking. As I finish up, he sits up and stretches with a big smile on his face. "Was I ou

