“Don’t talk to me,” I yell at him as he walks into the bedroom, turns, and walks straight back out with a frown and a sigh, doing his best not to fight with me again. We have been fighting all day about everything and nothing, and I am being my crazy, irrational self right now, who doesn’t want to converse or touch in any way. Good old Sophie is reverting inside her head to deal with this shit, and Arry is on the verge of some silent mental breakdown.

Feeling enraged, crazy ...