You’ve walked in after a day from hell and are feeding the children, making dinner, and firing off emails in a bid to solve the work problem that made you late home.
Your husband walks in, asks if you picked up whatever it was he’d asked you to, and you snap back ‘As if I’ve had time!’.
The kids look at you, he looks at you, then says, ‘Never mind. I’ll do it. It’s fine. Your work is more important.’
He smiles at the children then aims a cooler, falser version at you. It’s not fine at all and both of you know
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