It’s been a long stressful week. Your husband got home from work and talked to you but you didn’t answer. He frowns and just observes. He can see it in your eyes that you’re fighting little space.

Stepping forward he gently turns you around from the corner where you were cooking. He lifts your chin

Baby girl. You cannot keep pushing away little space. If you don’t let yourself slip I’ll do what I have to do to make you slip. Do you understand?