However, after a few days, he was gripped to his phone again, and didn’t speak to me.
And just a week later, Sean snapped once again.
We ordered a takeaway, and after I dished up, I realised I’d forgot the cutlery.
‘Please can you go and get the knives and forks?’ I asked Sean as he was sat right by the kitchen door.
‘No, you get them,’ he groaned at me.
‘Sean, you’re next to the door,’ I said, exhausted.
His anger bubbled and he continued to refuse to move.
Sighing, I gave up and went to get them myself.
Only, as I walked into the kitchen, I felt Sean smack me round the back of the head and I crashed to the floor.
‘What are you doing?’ I cried…
