The next few days, we were getting back to normal. Josh started his new job and I went back to work leaving Kitten home alone.
That first night when I got home she was packing. “What are you doing?”
“I’m leaving.” She moved around the room throwing things into bags, her face like a storm cloud.
“Come again?”
“I said I’m leaving. Which part of that didn’t you understand?” She raised her voice to me for the first time and I felt my blood start to heat up.
“Put that down.” I took the clothes from her hands and she swung at me. What the fuck?
“Settle down, what’ gotten into you?”
“I don’t want to be here with you anymore you make me sick I hate you.” She was screaming and yelling and acting like she’d lost her damn mind, which apparently she had if she thought she was leaving me.
“Too fucking bad you’re not going anywhere.”