"It has be better than THIS" or "How I spent my 20s and 30s"....
They sat across the room from each other. Her with a baby nursing calmly, him in an armchair across the room. These late-night discussions, disagreements if you wanted to call them by what they really were…happened regularly. She sighed heavily, her anger at the rotation of days for the last few years. Slowly she just said, “It HAS to be better than this.” This can’t be what it is. They’d been married almost 15 years and she was holding 3-month-old baby number four at her breast. As usual, she was having a hard time understanding why her home and family were so, so difficult to manage. She sunk into the couch and into the baby and glared his way. “It, it just HAS to be better than THIS.” The years of torture had built up. The accusations from him of indifference and him constantly telling her she was looking for reasons to be angry, storming through her memory. He glared back, he was condescendin...