It's 3am now,
and once again
it will be up to me
to try and mend fences.
Before I do so,
I need to remember this.
That look.
The look she gave me
at one point during the argument.
I've seen it before.
There's little doubt in my mind
that if given the chance,
she would've hit me.
As in a full-force,
with intent-to-injure kind of hit.
Again,
I don't think she plans it.
She's mainly driven by emotion.
But I have no doubt.
If I'd been close enough,
she would've just lashed out.
The main reason
she couldn't was because she was seated on the couch,
and I was standing quite a distance from her.
At this point,
I don't think she'll ever hurt the baby.
No, she never would.
This much I know,
although as I type this,
I can feel seeds of doubt taking root.
Best to stop thinking about it too much.
Anyway, back to me.
I'll gladly take on a guy twice my size (maybe 'gladly' isn't the best word though!).
But this.
This is different.
Do I tell someone?
What if I'm mistaken though?
It'll tarnish the image of her permanently.
No.
I hope I'm mistaken. I really do.
And now,
it's time to put on a smile.
Well enough of that.
