"You don't seem to get it, Sam! If you trusted me, you wouldn't care what he does! I'm not saying that you have to like him or like having him living here, but you should at least consider that even if he did want to get back together with me, instead of being angry with him, you should feel sorry for him because I love you!"
She was shouting and she never shouted; at least, she hadn't shouted from being angry or upset in...years. Stacey could have a quick temper sometimes, but it had almost disappeared after the miscarriage and after she and Sam had officially gotten back together. She just wasn't an angry person.
She was a hurt person, though. For months, the worry that Sam didn't really want to be with her forever had been simmering below the surface and she couldn't ignore it any longer. "And nothing is a 'given!' I think that it's strange that in all the years that we've been together, you've never once brought up how you want to marry me someday! It makes me think that you don't!"