Okay. What the fuck?
Wow.
That is something I never expected to hear from my husband.
"Is that what you want?" I call out to his back.
"No. Of course, it's not what I want, Gabrielle. But it feels like we're going down that road. And like you said, I don't wanna waste your time. So if this is gonna become a thing where every day I come home, I have to fucking explain myself why I'm working so hard, then obviously I can't give you what you want."
"Oh my god. You are overreacting—"
"AMI?"
"Yes. What the fuck is wrong with you, Link?" I yell out, trying to control my emotions. I need to breathe. I need to be calmbecause if I get as emotional as he's getting right now, he's gonna call me crazy. He's never done that, but that's what guys do. And I never expected Lincoln would be one of those people.
Shaking my head, I yell back at him.
"If it were me in your shoes right now and I didn't come home till three o'clock in the motherfucking morning, and then I gave you the same attitude you're giving me, you're telling me you wouldn't have a problem with it?" I challenge him.
"Of course, it would bother me, but I would try to be understanding because of your position, especially if you were the one bringing in most of the money into the house and having been the one paid off all the debts."
"Baby, I appreciate everything that you've done, but are you telling me that just because you took on a lot of the financial burden, then that excuses you treating me any which way you wanna treat me?"
"How am I treating you, Gabby?"
"I already told you. Oh my god. What are we actually talking about?"
"I don't know. What are we talking about?" he fires back.
"I feel like you came home just now to specifically pick a fight with me because something else is going on that you're not telling me, and you wanna be on the high road and take the heat off of—"
"I'm not doing anything. All I do is work. All I fucking do is work. I literally have no time for pleasure, but that's something you wouldn't understand. You get to stay home and have the option to work if you want to."
My voice comes out shaky. I'm angry.
"Lincoln, come here."
I walk toward him. He just stands there with his hands on his hips, breathing like a bull, looking away from me. Now that I'm close to him, I can see that there are tears in his eyes… angry tears.
"Baby, please tell me what's going on. I don't wanna fight you, and I don't wanna stress you out as soon as you come home. But I was worried, and you were already on your way home. So you could have told me that you were on your way home. I just wanna know what the hell is going on. If this job is making you feel like this, then maybe you should stop since you paid off all the debts like you said."
Looking at him, I search his face. There's nothing. He breathes in through his nose, in and out.
"I'm tired."
That's all he says. He doesn't lend any more information, but I don't want him to just leave like this.
"I know you're tired, but we need to talk about this. I don't want us going to bed angry, and I feel like you're pulling away from me. So that's why I'm asking you what's going on. Do you not wanna be with me anymore?"
"Of course, I still wanna be with you, Gabby."
"You're saying that, like, it's supposed to be obvious, but it's not obvious to me."
My voice trembles as I begin crying. Lincoln rolls his eyes and then closes them.
"I'm not trying to upset you. I really am just stressed out."
"Why can't you take another job?"
