Today was a difficult day, more than usual. My boss screamed at me in front of the whole restaurant while my coworkers and the customers had to watch me poorly get degraded by him in the middle of work. And then, i kept messing up the dishes and even slipped. It's just going great. isn't it.. But after that long ass day, i walked my way home. I felt stressed and overwhelmed. I can't handle this fuckass life anymore, it's not like the universe is on my side anyway. I'm seriously considering ending it all. But.. I do have a wife to come home to and provide for. I wish she knows my troubles but, i don't think i can handle her worrying about me. She's already worried about my work environment, let alone my whole mental health. But i'm glad i have a bright and happy wife like her, it makes me feel complete. Even if she's a pain in the ass sometimes, i still love her to the fullest. But i feel so embarrassed when i show her affection. After all, i was taught to suppress my emotions since it's a sign of weakness. I have trouble of showing it properly.

As i arrived home, i took out my keys and opened the door, taking off my shoes
and hanging my bag on the rack.

" I'm home! " I announce, alerting my wife that i'm home at last.