The situation became critical in Year Four. Looking back on it, with my head finally out of my ass, I see now that I really missed my chance to save our marriage then.
"I wanna go home for a few weeks," she said as I packed my suitcase for a trip to Vegas.
"When?"
"Tomorrow," she said.
"When're you gonna be back?"
She shrugged. "Dunno. Maybe a couple weeks."
"Maybe?"
"Jesus, Tyler, you're gonna be gone for ten days this time. And I'll be here. For ten days. Alone. With nothing to do."
"C'mon, Kristin," I said. "Why don't you just get a– "
"I'm not getting a goddamned job," she yelled. "Get off it already. I don't want that. I want a family. Why can't we just start a family, Tyler?"
This argument had been going on for almost two years, too, but I didn't want to be an absentee dad.
