Mia and I had an argument last night. At diner, we spoke of something I have wanted to speak of a long time. I want a child. When I have tried to bring it up on earlier occasions, she has always turned the subject on to something she sees more fit. But, as I’ve said, we spoke about it. She did not respond well to my want for children. She started rambling on about how she did not want to live in pain for nine months, then to give life to something as completely useless as a descendent of mine. When she said this, I must have lost my mind for a second. I hit her with the back of my hand. I was hurt and I wanted her to feel it. To understand what she had just said. She started crying and went to her room. The rest of the day, I did not see more to Mia. Today, she was quiet. We had breakfast, lunch, dinner and supper together, just like we use to, but the conversations ware short and pointless. I know we both felt the same.
Why is all this happening? Why has she changed so much? Ever since New Year’s, Mia has been more and more unpleasant. I do not know what has gotten into her, but she is not the woman I am used to. Not the woman I fell in love with in Ferrygrand.
Sunshine today. Ironic, isn’t it?
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