Chapter 2: The Terrors of my choices
Life was harsh, as usual. I continued my work, but took it a little easier. My wife loved me not working so harb because then I could help with the kids. Then I made a terrible choice, I started to overwork again. I couldn't get home until really late at night. We had to have another talk. It didn't go as well as last time.
"We talked about this last month!" "I-I-I'm sorry. We need money to pay for supplies," I tried to tell her but she wouldn't budge. "The kids need a father!"she said loudly. The kids started crying upstairs. "Well I better go put the kids to bed, something that you are always not here for,"she told me. "It's late we better go to bed as well," I told her. "So you are going to dodge this conversation again. You better stop overworking or else." "Or else what sugarplum?" "You don't want to find out."
I stayed awake practically all night thinking. How was I going to keep my wife happy. I mean she bakes I deliver, sometimes with help. We have been doing that for years. It was easy, until we had the kids. I thoght nothing would change. However I see now that I was wrong. Well I'll have to see what I can do to make her happy.