1.50

Winston wasn’t able to get off early and arrived home at his normal time. I was so angry about him missing the birth of his first and possibly only child. I tried taking deep breaths. I reminded myself about the old days when the fathers weren’t allowed inside the hospital. I didn’t need him, per se. I just thought it would be good for him. I even tried counting until I felt better, but nothing worked. I was still angry. I had to pull out the big guns and picture him naked, but that worked a little too well. Now I need a cold shower.