“Kitchen now!” she growls out and walks towards the kitchen. I take a deep breath and follow her.

I tentatively mimic her footsteps to the kitchen and wait for the verbal assault to begin as I walk through the door.

“What is your fucking problem Spencer?” Is she serious? My problem?

“I’m not the one with the problem Ashley! You are!” I say exasperated.

“I have got a problem? Are you fucking serious? Did you ever think it could be your constant whining and mothering me that is the fucking problem?”

“My mothering you? I haven’t been mothering you Ashley. I have been worried about my wife because I know she has a problem and won’t admit it.”

“How have I Spencer? All I have done is have a couple of drinks with the band after work! Why is that so fucking bad?” Her anger seems to be deflating slightly.

“You do Ash, and I wish you could see what it is doing to you, to me, to us. You’re constantly drinking, coming home drunk and I know your using drugs.”

“For fuck sake Spencer!” Her anger is back tenfold now. Good going Spence. “I am not using drugs, and I am not always coming home drunk! Fine maybe I have this past week but that’s just because I have been unwinding with the guys after a hard day! There is fucking nothing wrong in that!”

I wish I could make her see that even if she doesn’t think she has a problem now it’s not going to be long before she does have a problem.

She steps right up in to my face again. “I’m sorry I shouted baby.” She cannot be serious.

She pulls me in to her and starts kissing and sucking on my pulse point, she brings her hands down to cup my ass.
I bring my hands up and try to push her back a little. “Ash, stop.” I breathe out.
She moves her hands to my hips and slowly pushes me back until my back connects with the island in the middle of the kitchen. She moves her hands from my hips, sliding them under my tank and starts to rub small circles on the small of my back.

“Ash stop it, we have to go.” I say as I try to push her away again.