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I decided not to act as I would some time ago. I decided to act like a mature adult, and instead of marching down at the training center, I would confront Chris when he got home. I spent the day packing, and taking care of the kids, I tried to ignore Chris, thinking maybe it wasn't all his fault, but shit, he must've known I would like to teach Clarissa her first steps into becoming a great warrior.

When we finally got into bed, the kids were asleep and I finally had some actual time to breathe, I decided to say something.

"Chris" I whispered, "there is something I need to talk to you about." I tried not to sound as annoyed as I was.

He sighed. "Yes Clarisse."

"So... You took Clarissa sword fighting today."

"Uhum" He shrugged unimportantly, "so?"

"So? You didn't think that I might have wanted to take her?" I asked sarcastically.

"I ASKED you, Clarisse." He sounded mad.

"Yeah, but you know I am tired, I wasn't even listening to you. But for the gods sake, you couldn't possibly think I was actually going to be okay with that!" I tried my best to keep my voice down.

"Clarisse, I am going to pretend you aren't saying this. I asked you and you shrugged. You were with Sophie anyways."

"Gods damn it, Chris. You have no consideration." I said.

He sat up in bed, "I have no consideration, Clarisse?" He asked me, "Nothing is ever good enough for you. I just booked an incredible trip for us, and do you at least thank me? No, you don't. I'm so fucking tired of your shit. I am tired of putting up with the way you are without saying a word."

I couldn't be more shocked, Chris had never spoken to me like that, he never even had the guts. How could he say he's tired of my shit? I take care of these kids all day, I have stopped training, I have stopped doing everything I like to take care of the kids, I clean this fucking house, I cook, and he has the courage to say this to me.

"Have you ever thought that I am tired of this shit too, Chris?" I yelled at him, sitting up, "Have you ever thought I am fucking tired of running around the children all day? Of doing nothing besides taking care of this family?"

"It's not my fault you got knocked up. It takes two to make a baby, you know that, right? So don't blame me for you having to take care of the kids, and don't act like I don't help. Gods Clarisse, stop being such a bitch all the time." He blurted out.

I couldn't believe Chris was talking to me like that, "Have you lost your fucking mind? Who do you think you are to speak to me like that? You want me to beat you up, you little punk?"

He smiled, and let out a sarcastic giggle, "Little punk? I'm not one of your little wimps that you can throw around and they won't say a word. I am not afraid of you anymore, grow up."

I felt flames coming up my spine, I felt like throwing up. At the same time, I did not want to admit it, but it hurt, it hurt hearing my own husband, saying those things about me.

I said nothing.

"You going to beat me up Clarisse?"

"Fuck you, Chris. Get out, you are such a cunt, you can take your fucking stuff and sleep on the couch." I told him.

"You see? Nothing is ever good for you. And I'm the cunt, right?"

"Can't believe I was actually thinking about giving you some..." I whispered.

"Wait, what?" He shook the tone of angriness off his voice, "Look Clarisse, I know you have been looking after the kids, you have been dealing with being away from your roots, your siblings, you are tired. But hey, remember me? All you ever think about now is Clarissa and Sophie, and yeah, I love them more than anything in this world, but I keep in mind not to ignore you. I keep in mind to say sweet things to you, to make you feel good. Do you do that to me? Do you say good morning? You barely touch me anymore... A guy can't live like this. Please, focus on how good your life is. Sure, having an unplanned baby wasn't the ideal, but would you change anything that happened if you could go back in time?"

"No..." I kept my voice down, and squeezed my hands together.

"Then stop complaining about everything all the time, I am so tired of hearing the same things. This is all because I took Clarissa training, she's not only your daughter, she is mine too."

"Fine, but you..." He didn't let me finish.

"Are you going to insist on arguing about this? Can I do something for once without being criticized? Listen to me, Clarisse. My patience has an end."

For a moment I froze on the idea of Chris actually leaving me. I felt my eyes watering, but I looked up so the tears would fall back in. I heard him sigh.

"Maybe you do need some time. Maybe then you'll miss me." He snatched his pillow and walked out on me.

I sat there, in bed, without saying a word. Without trying to hurt him. I could never admit to him but hearing him say all that, hurt me bad. I didn't want him to leave me, but I felt angry at him for even thinking that. I wanted to go on that trip with him, enjoy our marriage, have sex like we did before, have some time away from the children and just relax. But right now, I did not even know if this marriage would still be on, never mind the trip...