Stages of Heartache

2. Anger

"Lauren," Camila batted her wife away, she was in the middle of trying to make Emma a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"What," Lauren whispered as she gently placed soft kisses along her sweet neck.

"Stop," Camila pushed her away once again. "Can you please give me some space? I really don't need you all over me when I'm trying to make Emma lunch."

"Camz," Lauren sighed. "Do you even remember the last time we made love?"

"Lauren," Camila rolled her eyes as she grabbed a fresh apple from the refrigerator.

"You act like I'm on you all the time but I'm not," Lauren took a seat at the counter.

"I'm not in the mood alright, I'm not horny twenty four seven unlike some people," Camila began to slice the apple up for Emma's lunch.

"I just thought...," Lauren began, it seemed like they had been making new strides towards one another. Camila was no longer in denial about Cameron's death and she actually seemed to be taking care of Emma these days. Things had been looking up, but what goes up must come down.

"Well you thought wrong! God, Lauren, I don't want your hands touching me every second like I'm some animal in heat."

"Oh come on Camila," Lauren took a deep breath before she spoke again, trying to calm her rising feelings of anger. "I hardly ever touch you and I certainly don't treat you like some sex object and you know it."

"That's right, you're perfect Lauren, you do no wrong," Camila put Emma's plate on the table in front of the chair with her little booster seat on it. "Although I guess I'm a terrible wife for not taking care of your needs so I offer you my sincere and utmost apologies."

"Just stop alright," she really wasn't looking for a fight, she never was.

"We probably have a good ten minutes while Emma eats lunch, would you like to get busy?"

"Just forget I ever said anything alright," Lauren stood up, she needed some fresh air. She was trying desperately not to fall under her negative attitude, it was so toxic lately.

"I'm just trying to help you out Lauren, offering you a little lunchtime quickie!" Camila exclaimed. "But if I'm not good enough, feel free to find another wife who will service you all you want, imagine how lucky you'll be...morning, noon and night, possibly some quickies over the dining room table or a romp in the hot tub! Take your pick; I'm sure one look at you will have her bending over for your pleasure!"

"That's a really fucking shitty thing to say Camila and you know it!" Lauren had finally had enough.

"Sorry I say really fucking shitty things but I'm sure a new wife probably won't," Camila stalked out of the kitchen.

"Damnit I don't want a new wife, I want you," Lauren closed her eyes and sighed in defeat.

Camila bit her lip hard, she had heard what she said and for a moment she felt bad. Lauren never deserved any of the hateful things that Camila said lately but she didn't know what to do anymore. She was just so angry all of the damn time.

"Mama," Emma was at her feet and had her arms around her legs.

"Go eat your lunch Emma," Camila told her little girl. "I made you a sandwich and cut up an apple for you."

"And cawwots with the saucey stuff?"

"I forgot alright, go have Mommy get them for you," Camila replied quickly.

"I want you to come Mama, eat with me," Emma smiled up at her mother.

"Not right now honey, I'm not hungry."