I think I hurt your feelings last week.
You gave me the most beautiful compliment while our boys were asleep in the back of the car and the sun was shining through the window.
I scoffed and yelled “bullshit”.
You looked annoyed because your words had been rejected and you vowed you wouldn’t bother offering them again.
I sounded ungrateful but I wasn’t, really.
You quickly changed the subject and fiddled with the air conditioning to make it cooler to reduce the flush from your cheeks.
I am sorry. I was just embarrassed.