"Oh do what you want, you always do," she said, still crying, and exasperated as well. How on earth had she ever thought this was going to wok. He was going to try to make her stop writing, she just knew it. And she honestly didn't know what she'd do if he tried. The idea of it, of having to choose between him and writing, just set her off crying harder, the sobs she'd been trying to hold back escaping.