I’m trying to fight a huge panic attack.

My husband is trying to talk to me and all I want him to do is shut his face but of course that ain’t gonna happen.

So I bite my tongue. Hard. “What’s wrong Jessica?”

“I’m holding in a major panic attack”

“Why are you having an attack? I’m playing music you like!”

“I have no idea!”

Like I plan this crap. When is it gonna hit him? I’m just crazy!