We are fighting again, it’s become a daily routine. He says something, I say something. I react, he reacts. He yells back, I yell back. It all blends together now. He says he’s through. It’s not the first time he’s said it and I doubt it’s the last. I roll my eyes and turn my back on him. He says he’s leaving and not coming back. I tell him not to let the door hit him on the way out. He stomps to the door. I regret my words. The door opens then slams shut. I pause, mouth open waiting to speak an apology that now need not be said.