The wind blows in my face through the window as we continue to drive. My hand rests outside of the car and the radio is quiet in the background.

"I mean it baby, you killed that performance."

"Thank you." I say quietly still looking out the window.

"I'm serious, you were really good in—"

"Can we stop talking about it…please?"

"Yeah, yeah why not?" Ricky says pressing on the gas harder, he starts to steer towards the side of the road.

"What are you doing?" I ask turning to look at him.

"I just want to get a couple of things straight…"

I continue to look out the window, "God Amy would it kill you to look at me?"

"What? What is it Ricky?" I throw my hands up in the air.

"You try to make it out like I'm this horrible guy. Like I'm a horrible father, a horrible husband. Like I don't support you, when all I do is fucking support you! I go to work, and I can't stand it, but I do it. Because I know I have to." Ricky yells.

"I never asked for any of this, yet you shove it in my freaking face, every. Single. Time. We get into an argument. You don't have to do anything Ricky. Hell, you don't even have to drive me home." I open the door and walk out of the car crossing my arms.

"Amy!" He yells getting out of the car too, "get back in the damn car."

"I'll get back in the damn car Ricky! I just need a minute. Can I even have a minute?"

"See. See. This is exactly what I meant; this is the exact type of shit I'm talking about!"

"What? Is it a crime for me to want a moment to breathe?"

"God dammit, Amy. God damn." Ricky says under his breath rubbing his forehead.

"Fine. I'll just act like I'm perfectly happy staying at home with Ariana all day and waiting for John to get back from school. I'll just be the wife you want me to be, the fucking maid!" I say tearing up.

"That's not what I want, Amy." He takes two steps forward and I turn around again.

"Tell Jack and Grace we aren't going to be able to make it. That there was a problem with the babysitter, because I feel sick. I feel sick, Ricky!"

"Sick of what?"

"All of it. All of this bullshit that we've played into."

A/N: HI GUYS! so this is just a story that I've been debating on writing. I know i ditched. I'm sorry, my family is shitty :(. Anyways this is a preview for what it will be like everyone is gonna seem assy and bitchy and bullshitty but its more thaan it seems. let me know what you think and I'll write a longer better first chapter! :) Love!