Gina: Rome, look at me 
Rome: What?
Gina: I don't want that to be fiction. Just talk to me. Tell me how you're feeling.
Rome: What I'm feeling is that I'm not entitled to my feelings. If I acknowledge them, I'm lashing out at you, and if I say nothing, I'm denying myself.
Gina: Alright, I don't want you to deny yourself, but I just want to know what you're thinking.
Rome: You know what I'm thinking? I'm mad. OK? I know you're in pain, and the last thing I want to do is add to it, but I'm in pain too. Because we could be parenting a baby right now, but you weren't ready. And then you went and threw away all the baby things without talking to me. And somehow I'm the one who's not talking enough.