Birthday Getaway

Punk just...put his phone on the dresser and went to sleep.

A little while later, Lacy came in, settling her glass and bottle on the table. She thought a few glasses of wine and looking at the ocean would help her clear her mind, but it just gave her time to think. But thinking at that moment made her frustrated and emotional, so she just let out whatever tears she had and came back inside. She saw that Punk was either asleep or on his way to sleep, so she got into bed quietly and would just lay there, not disturbing him.

Punk was awake but didn't want to say anything else to upset her, so he just decided to let himself fall asleep.

She laid there, and laid there until she couldn't take it anymore. She bit her lip and sat up, leaning back against the headboard. She looked over at Punk and shook his shoulder gently. "Phil?"

"Yeah?"

She sniffled a little. "I am really.. really sad." Could have phrased it a little better, but she did have a few glasses of wine.

He sighed and looked over at her, deciding to sit up. "I know." he said as he patted her knee.

"A-and I don't know why." she wiped at her eyes.

"Maybe you're just not happy with your life anymore." he told her. "You're home and not on the road as much, you deal with me and our four kids." he said.

"I can't just run out."

"I know." he said. "I think you just need more time for yourself." he told her. "Why don't you take more jobs on the road and I'll stay home. At least you'll be working and getting some time to yourself."

She ignored him. "I feel like.." she tried to think of a way to say it. "I can't say anything about how I'm feeling because I've spent so long just being told that I'm overreacting whenever I show any kind of emotion. I didn't want you or anyone else to roll your eyes at me because I'm just being a drama queen." she shook her head. "And now it's coming out of nowhere and I'm drunk and I'm really really really sorry for waking you up." she sniffled. "Tell me to shut up."

"Lace, I don't care if other people think you're a drama queen or whatever the case it." he told her. "I'd rather you tell me how you feel." he said.

"I can't tell you." She sniffled. "Because whenever I tell you something is wrong with me you think it's your fault and I don't want you to feel like that."

"Then I'll stop." he said. "But I want you to tell me these things because I can't help you if I don't know what the problem is."

"Most of the time I don't even know what the problem is." she shook her head. "I am just sad all of the time and no matter how hard I try I just can't be happy."

"And that's not what I ever wanted for you." he sighed.

"I know." She looked up at him. "Can you just.. hold me for a sec? I won't be long."

"Sure, of course.' he said as he pulled her close to him and wrapped his arms around her.

She rested her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around him. "I'm really, really sorry."

"Don't be." he said as he tightened his hold on her a little, making sure he didn't hurt her, and then kissed the top of her head.

"But I am. I give you all this hell and you don't deserve it and I'm sure if I said I wanted out right now you wouldn't even fight for me because you are so sick of me."

"Well, if you did say you wanted out, then yes you're right I wouldn't even fight it." he told her. "But not because I'm sick of you, because I want you to be happy and to be able to enjoy your life however you want. I wouldn't want you to be miserable anymore." he said.