Chapter fourty nine

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We'd been in our new house for 6 weeks and ruby was coming up to a year old glen was at the studio all the time I hardly saw him we were arguing as well whenever I did see him I'd gotten up first with ruby to feed her when glen came down already dressed he gave ruby a kiss on the head and kissed my cheek "see you tonight" he said "is that it" I snapped "is what it" "a see you tonight and a kiss no eating breakfast together" "I don't have time liv" "fine" "come on liv you know we're recording the album" "I said its fine" "it's obviously not what's the matter" "nothing's the matter just go" he came to put his arms round me "just go glen" I told him pushing him off me "I can't fucking win with you" he snapped storming out of the house me and ruby got dressed and went out shopping for the day I decided to make glen a meal to try and say sorry and spend some time with him I text him asking what time he'd be home and he said 7 so I cooked everything did my hair and make up even put on a dress and wore his favourite underwear 7 came and went and so did 8 then 9 I threw the food in the bin and went upstairs to bed ruby woke up around midnight I was making her bottle downstairs when he front door opened I finished her bottle and walked straight past glen and upstairs I heard him follow me upstairs I picked ruby up and stared feeding her "liv" glen said quietly "what time you call this glen you said you'd be home at 7" "we got recording again it was just flowing" "that's fine a text would have been nice I cooked I wanted to say sorry for snapping this morning" "liv I didn't know I'm sorry" "don't worry about it" I told him I finished feeding ruby and changed her nappy before putting her back down and walking past glen he grabbed my arm "Liv I'm sorry" he told me my eyes were brimining with tears as I shook my arm free walking off to our bedroom glen went for a shower I pretended to be asleep when he came back in he leaned over and kissed my head "I love you" he whispered to me

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