Him ; Bastille

Resignation ; 35

I don't say anything. Instead I back away from Kitty. I mean...she has been looking through my laptop. Like...even though I have nothing to hide she hasn't got the right. What if I was writing some surprise lovesick song for her? She would've ruined it for herself!

"Why didn't you tell me that you're having plans to already leave Bastille...especially since they're number one in the charts, and dance charts?" — Kitty then points at me — "Fuck Bastille, they do fuck all anyway. You, babe, you're number one! Why do you want to quit now I'm so confused?" Kitty isn't lying when she says that she's confused, my wife looks it. That and stressed. She has bags under her blues...it's not really her normal look. But to be honest with that childish ugly shirt she's wearing...she has the mum look nailed to the T.

"I want to be around you and our daughter. There's just things the guys have said recently which has put things into perspective-" Kitty cuts me off with a furious scolding look. "If it's Chris I swear to go I'll cut his fucking hair." I smile shaking my head, although Woody cutting his hair does sound ideal. I mean he literally has to hold it back while doing the solo drum for Glory. He knows it's annoying but it's his wife, Chrissy, keeping him from chopping it off.

Clearly my wife does not give a shit what I do to myself or my hair — she just...excepts me no matter if I look like a gigantic tit or not.

"It's not the Bastille guys. It's our friends here. I was talking to Tyler the other week and he said that he struggled being alone and a single parent, before we're helping with his kid. I just don't want you becoming like Tyler because I'm selfishly enjoying my self five hundred miles away from home." With that Kitty laughs. Not a 'ha ha' kind of laugh, a more of 'you're out of your fucking mind'. I look at the white carpet instead of at her because it's easier.

"We have put so much time and effort into Bastille. The money Dan...I know we've got all of our money back — but the point is that...you're going to give that hard work up? Just so you can annoy me some more around the house? Babe I love you and I love that you believe that it's a good idea...but it isn't." I shake my head trying to deny it.

"Think about your fucking fans!" Kitty decides to randomly scream as if this is some big deal. It isn't. "You're over doing it a bit. It's just me saying that I don't want to be under a dodgy contract. I won't quit Bastille...that's not my intention. It's just to quit Virgin so I can work around my own schedule at the record label." Kitty shakes her head with a smile. She really isn't having none of this. "Babe...Best Laid Plans...your baby yeah? Well it's owned by Virgin. Of course they aren't going to let you go...I mean even if they do let you go all royalties go straight back to them."

I forgot.

"I just...I just..." I'm not really sure what to say. "I just thought it would be a good idea because I really don't want to miss a single day out of her life...it won't be fair on both of you." Kitty smiles shaking her head. "There's going to be weekends where she's going to have sleep overs at her grandparents or her aunt or her uncle. Dan missing a day, maybe even a week isn't a big deal. She's not even born...you shouldn't be worrying about this now. The only thing I'm concerned about is you. Ever since you came back home you've been acting weird." Me acting weird? Nah. "Must be something in the air?" I joke, but Kitty remains looking serious.

"Seriously. You're not thinking straight. I know that you're over the moon with the baby but this is something else. Is there anything troubling you? Like anything at all...there's been a few things you've said recently which have concerned me. Stuff about your past and..." I mentioned that I was depressed and lonely once and she still fucking holds that against me.

"And you think that is troubling me right now...because?" Honestly, maybe she's the one being a bit off. "I don't know Dan...okay. Something must be making you...think a little too far outside the fucking box?" I roll my eyes.

"You know what...fine. I don't send my resignation to anyone. You can be all alone when you need me most. It's gonna fucking kill me but sure — whatever." With that I walk out of the room angrily. Why doesn't she just accept my help...she knows we've been waiting patiently for these nine months...for years now. I have all the money in the world for us and our daughter to never be in debt or have financial troubles in our lifetimes. It's not like we're gonna be missing out this lavish lifestyle because we won't. Like ever.

"Fine!" Kitty shouts back as I walk down the stairs. At the bottom I collect my coat and walk right out of the door. I just need to go somewhere and settle down...