you look at your husband in disappointment. You weren't even mad, and he could tell. But somehow, you being disappointed with him hurt more. "I'm so sorry...I really tried to make it! Just-something came up a-and I thought I had enough time—"

Jason tries to make up excuses for missing his son's volleyball game. You let out a sigh and walk past him. Walking towards your son's room. "please...I know I made a promise to come but..." he stops talking. Knowing you weren't listening.