I'm sorry

How did we get to where we were? How was it possible to hate so many things about him? how could his very breathing bother me to death. I was at a loss of how we could be in the same home and not speak. How is it that we did not understand each other. I had a horrible habit of getting upset and shutting down, he had a horrible habit of being wrong.

I sat in the living room alone, he sat in the bedroom listening to music. The baby was asleep and I was grateful for that. What was my next step? It wasn't that easy to say I wanted to leave anymore, I couldn't just wake up the baby and walk out. Where would I go, I could not go home and tell mom and dad I failed at something.

"Can we talk, " he comes out and asks.
"What", I answer.
"I don't want to fight anymore."
"Neither do I and if you just stop being stupid, things like this wouldn't happen."
"you're right and I'm sorry"
"that's nice, I wish you would just say you love me."
"I did, that's what I mean when I say sorry."
"No! Sorry does not mean I love you"
"It does when I say it"
"No it doesn't, see here you are again doing stupid things again."
"I love you."
"I love you."