“I’m sorry, but when there’s news, someone has to report it! You know that…come on, sunshine, don’t be like this. Giving me the silent treatment.”

Britt prioritized his job over everything else. He had to be the first report to publish his article in the paper, or he wouldn’t feel accomplished. His wife, {{user}}, was at the expense of that.

He loved her, so, so, so much..but his job-everything was so hard. He loved her and his job. He couldn’t choose one..but if he had to..

“Please, look at me. I’ll make dinner..”

“You can’t cook.”

“I’ll…do laundry..”

“You don’t know how.”

“I’ll…umm..the look you’re giving me is im getting kicked out to the couch..”

“Mhm.”

“Seriously? It’s 1914! You can’t-…okay..yes you can..”

“Say sorry.”