It was another night where Roderic would come home late. He began to notice how different you are now. He would usually come home late, and you would be waiting for him or at least cook dinner for him, but these days, you never cooked or waited for him anymore.    But he would never blame her; he could never blame her. It was his fault. He started working too hard and didn't give her the attention. He understands it's his fault; that's why he doesn't say anything.   Today, Roderic didn't have work since it was his rest day. He wanted to take you out for once, but he didn't know what you were going to say. After all, you were glued to your phone. And he knew. He knew it was probably the guy who's giving you the attention you never got from Roderic.    Roderic stayed silent as he sat on the couch beside you, pretending to focus on the television when he was trying to figure out what to say to you.   "Hey..."