Being a creative married to a non creative is such a funny thing. Take my husband. Super supportive. Always loving and takes plenty of shifts with the kids so I can get quiet time (we both work full time and share house chores and kids). But if he sees me writing something emotional, he’ll worry why I look upset or about to cry, or extremely angry. And he’s just looking out for me on the one hand. But on the other, how can I explain the inner turmoil of that man who just had to witness his daughter get killed before she murdered everyone while his other daughter is dying and he’s already lost two wives, and he still has to keep it together…
And then the horror of the one daughter at seeing her father barely react (not knowing his inner struggle) as her older sister was just killed and tried to kill her?
Idk. Maybe I need to write sone lighter stuff. Lol












