"Just stop, please," she begged him.
He spun around and shot her an incredulous look. "Why don't you stop?" He screamed at her.
"I'm not doing anything!" she cried.
"Of course not. It's all me. It's always me," he said. He stormed over to the table and picked up a picture frame, sneering at the contents before launching it her head. It hit the wall and shattered, barely missing her. She covered her head with her arms to protect herself from the raining glass.
"Please, Leif, just stop! I'm sorry, okay?" She said between sobs.
"Oh, you're sorry all right. What are you even complaining about? All you ever do is nag me," he screamed.
"You're such a carcinogenic," she hiccuped.
"And you're such a stupid bitch. Why don't you just get out?"
"You are not seriously kicking me out of my own home! I pay the rent, the utilities, buy the food. You won't even get a job! If you want to be rid of me so badly, there's the door, feel free to use it," she snapped, finally frustrated enough to take a stand.
"Of course you went there. You always do. I hate you, and I hope you die," he spat, stomping to the bedroom and slamming the door.
She sat on the floor for a few minutes more, trying to calm her breathing and stop the tears. She rarely cried, and when she did it was never for long. Her eyes stung and her hands were trembling. After a short while, she stood and went to retrieve the broom and waste basket. The shards of glass cut her fingers and she picked up the bigger pieces, but she didn't even notice the blood dripping from their tips. She had gone completely numb. She mechanically cleaned the room Leif had destroyed in his rage toward her. Righting everything that was askew and trashing everything he had broken. He had thrown several of their wedding pictures at her in his anger, and she gently removed the images and put them in a drawer for safe keeping. The television remotes, also used as projectiles, were smashed beyond repair. She slid the sofa back to where it belonged. She even did the dishes, not willing to risk anything that would set his temper off again. When all the evidence of their fight had been taken care of, she finally collapsed onto the couch and let herself fall into a restless slumber.
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