The Man Who Raised Me
And I stood there in the hallway holding our crying baby, surrounded by our crying children, and I understood, slowly and then all at once, that my wife was not having a bad day, and was not going to be talked down, and was, in fact, leaving.
Chapter 6 — You Cannot Give Me the Life I Want
“That’s all we ever do, Thomas,” she said, and now there was a hard edge in her voice I had heard more and more over the last year.
“Talk.
Count bills.
Stretch the groceries to the end of the month.
Pretend that this dull little life is somehow enough.”
“The girls are enough,” I said.