OOPS IM NOT SORRY ABOUT THIS 🤷🏻♀️
You knew he was stressed from the case but you haven’t seen Peter in days. He didn’t come home until you were asleep and was already gone when you woke up in the morning. You had gotten sick of it. You stayed up one night and by the time Peter got home, he was ready for bed.
“What are you doing up?” Peter asked as he was already stripping out of his clothing from the day.
“I was waiting for my husband to come home. I haven’t see you in over a week, you rarely call me or send me a text!” You said as you watched Peter’s expression change.
“I’m not in the mood for this. I’m way too tired.” You rolled your eyes as you watched as Peter tried to walk past you. You moved to the side to stop Peter from walking away.
“That’s your excuse? You’re tired? I understand that, Peter, but you’re just going to walk past me? No hug or kiss or anything?” You felt tears well up in your eyes as your husband sighed.
“I’ve been working my ass off at the office to try to put this case together. Olivia and the squad had given me barely any information to work with. I’ve been reading over my law books day in and day out. So yes I’m tired.” Peter argued as he tried to walk past you to the kitchen. You shook your head and watched Peter search the fridge for the leftovers.
“Look at me, Peter!” You snapped and shouted at him. He pulled the Tupperware container out of the fridge and placed it in the microwave.
“What? I just wanna eat my god damn dinner and go to bed! I’ve been staring at law books all day, listening to people talk and talk all day and-“
“And what? You can’t make room for your wife? You can’t call her to see how she’s doing or send a simply text telling her how much you love her? Peter, that’s all I’m asking is for two minutes of your time! We haven’t talked since you started this case a-and we haven’t been intimate since we moved to New York months ago!” You shouted at him. You watched as Peter threw his fork down against the counter.
“You’re so fucking needy! You constantly want me to call you or text you or help you with something! You need to fucking cool it! I’ve been working my ass off since we moved here so you didn’t have to work! Maybe you should just get a job and get off my fucking back!” Peter shouted. You felt a few tears well up in your eyes as you tried to stay calm.
“Oh, I’m needy now? Maybe I should just fucking pack my shit and leave! Hm? Better than having to deal with my needy ass!” You shouted at Peter. He shrugged and turned to his food and stirred it before shoving a forkful into his mouth.
“Go ahead. I wouldn’t mind you not being on my back all the time and being such a bitch.” Peter mumbled. You choked back a sob as you went to the bedroom and began to pack a few things. It took Peter a moment to realize exactly what he said before rushing to the bedroom.
“Sweetheart, oh god I’m so sorry.” You just invited him. You shoved your phone charger into your bag as you pushed your way past him. As you looked down at your finger, you took your wedding ring and band off before throwing them at Peter.
“Here you go! You don’t have to deal with me anymore!” You said as you slid your shoes on. You grabbed your purse and keys as you pulled your jacket off the coat rack.
“Wait. I didn’t mean that! Please, come back!” Peter shouted as you left through the door. He went to follow you but you slammed the door in his face. An extremely shaky sigh escaped his lips as he bent down to the ground and picked the rings off the floor before placing them on the coffee table.
Oh God my heart 😥
SVU addict 