Attributed to: http://www.flickr.com/photos/spijker/3226382944/
“Even though her face was set, her eyes gave her away. They should have been brimming, or even overflowing with tears. The brown eyes I loved drowning in each morning, were reflecting back to me the trust betrayed. I was to pay, and argument after argument, I thought I was slowly making my way back to earning my wife’s trust. I thought we were doing okay."
Y’know, I didn’t see it coming. Okay, I saw her. I saw her eyes, but I don’t know why I only focused on her eyes. Reflecting on it now, I should have looked at the soot on her hands, the black smear of smoke across her face. Even better, I should have considered the equally sooty axe. Right now, I have a pit in my stomach. What the -! She could’ve, she might’ve swung at me. I could be dead right now."
"Yeah. I guess."
"Yeah, you’re right."
"Geez. How’d my life get so crazy?"
"I can’t believe she burned down the house. What kind of crazy does that require?"
"Hey, what about me? What am I supposed to do?"
"What do you mean do I have family! Does it look like I got someone to go home to? Oh shit, I don't even have a home! I've got nothing!"
"What are you going to do for me?"