It was the same story yet again. Things were broken and the bank account was empty.
“We have to do something, Andy.”
“If you have any ideas, I would love to hear them.”
That was part of the problem. She didn’t have any ideas.
“Maybe I could get a job.”
They had talked about that before and agreed they couldn’t afford the child care. That hadn’t changed.
“We have talked about this already.”
“Maybe I can find a job I can do from home. Then I can stay home with Shelby.”
He didn’t understand why she hadn’t made that decision three years earlier when they first moved into the dump. It could have made their life a lot easier.
“If that is what you want to do, then do it.”
Cara could tell that he was angry about something. “Why are you so made? Do you not want me to get a job?”
“Why am I mad? Do you really need me to explain it to you?”
“Yes, I do. I have not said or done anything that should have upset you”
He could not believe she was that unaware of the problem.
“For three years I have listened to you bitch about this apartment and the lack of money. For three years I have given up time with my family to put money in the bank so we would have a place to live. I missed my daughter’s first words and first steps. I have missed things I should have been here for.” He put his hand up when she started to say something.
“For three years I was the only person bringing money into the house. Three years, Cara. And you just not decide you should find a work from home job to help out.”
“You didn’t come up with the idea either.”
He took a deep breath to calm down before he said something he would regret later.