Language of love

"Why are you being so stupid" I yell.
 "I can't read your mind" he answers.
 "I give you every clue to what I want, why do you aggravate the pregnant lady?"
"Why is the pregnant lady so uptight about everything and expect me to know what her irrational mind is thinking?"

He slams the the door and leaves. Why would he leave in the middle of the fight? I want to continue until I am right. I know the saying that one who is right should apologize first then I guess I should always be apologizing because I  AM RIGHT! Where did he go? Why does he leave me? Doesn't he know and understand that what I want is time with him. I don't care what we do I just want him to be by my side. Why does he leave at such a critical moment in our argument.

The 5 languages of love are touch, words, gifts, service, and time. Why doesn't he understand that time is how I perceive love. I want him always near me. I am so bored at home just waiting for this child to pop out that my day is divided into 2, the morning and when he comes home from work, regardless of the time. Where has he gone and why has he been gone for so long? Why do I feel abandoned? Does he even want to come back home?

The door opens and he walks in. He walks in sheepishly and looks at me. "I'm sorry" he says. Then he hands me a snow globe in the shape of a heart, there is a carousal horse in the middle. I wind it up and it plays The Wind beneath my Wings. I cry. "Im sorry" I answer back. I read the inscription and it says "Love like you've never been hurt".

His language of love is gifts.