Tense. *edit

Well, to call the situation here ‘tense’, is the understatement of the year.

Sam is barely speaking to me, and when I prod him to, he snaps. He’s upset he says. I got his hopes up about this whole baby thing, and he’s making me feel like a selfish jerk, because I’m still, not 100%.

Like Jesus Christ. It’s a big fuckng deal. He gets to do all of the fun stuff, and I’m stuck with the hard part. 

I just want one last summer, is that too much to ask? 

I guess so.
 

Edit**

Ok, Sam’s done being upset. I hate when I hurt his feelings. All I want to do is fix it, but then I get myself down.
The mood is kind of sad. I don’t know. Something just feels different. I hope tomorrow I wake up, and this haze of sadness has dissipated.