If your life can change
In one day
Imagine what can change
In one week
The second he walks in the door I know something is wrong. It’s either work or Mum. They’re the two things that usually set him off. He will walk straight to the stairs without acknowledging me in the lounge, go to his room, take a shower and be broody for the night. Over the weekend he will mutter enough snark for me to know which one set him off, but I never get the full details. It’s never an actual conversation.
It’s disappointing. This was supposed to be a happy night.