I looked him dead in the eye. “Choose, Brandon. It’s her or me. I’m not living like this anymore.”
I turned on my heel and marched to the bedroom.
Brandon followed me, slamming the door behind him.
“What was that?” he demanded. “Are you crazy? Kicking her out? She has nowhere to go!”
“She has a brother,” I said, pulling my earrings off. “She can go to Kyle.”
“You’re being unreasonable,” he paced the room. “Are you jealous? Is that what this is? You’re jealous of a twenty-two-year-old girl?”
“I’m jealous that my husband seems to care more about her comfort than his wife’s feelings!” I shouted back. It felt good to yell, even if the reason was fake. “I just lost a baby, Brandon! And I have to come home to… to that? To a frat party in my living room?”
Brandon stopped pacing. He took a deep breath, running a hand down his face. His face softened. He walked over and took my hands.
“You’re right,” he sighed. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I didn't think about how it looked to you. I’m just… I’m under a lot of pressure with the family and work. I shouldn't have snapped.”