"you never help me clean the house, " I yell.
"I work all day I thought that cleaning was your job," he answers.
"so I take care of the baby, cook, go grocery shopping, clean versus you just go to work? It doesn't seem fair"
" I want to have time to relax when I get home."

Someone knocks on the door. "they're here" I yell at the back room. My tears magically disappear my genuine smile appears, he comes out of the back room and stands behind me as I open the door. No matter all the arguing, we portrayed that perfect family. we could hide all the bickering and knew how not to air our dirty laundry in public.

We once had a family move away from our congregation and state to us how much they looked up to us because we never fought and were always happy and satisfied with each. We could not keep the laughter in. They didn't understand what was so funny till I explained how we always fought but knew how to put our fresh faces on and our best foot forward. I think sometimes we even believed the facade because when our friends would leave we wouldn't continue our conflict, sometimes we would forget about them all together.