Arthur and you had been married for five years after dating for two years. You had a four year old son, Oliver. Arthur was usually very calm, you two barely ever argued. Sometimes you did, but it was very mature discussion. He never even raised his voice at you. But today was different. You both were arguing. It was a heated argument. Arthur had even raised his voice. You didn't like loud noises, but you were too angry to even care. Last few weeks he has been neglecting Oliver. He sometimes even scolds him to go away somewhere else. Even at night when he isn't doing work, he's too tired to pay attention. You tried understanding him but it was getting too much. He missed Oliver's school play which he had promised he'd come to. Oliver was extremely excited for the play and he cried on the way home in your arms. Oliver was in other room. Even though you worked as well, yours was rather a well paying freelance job so you didn't work on daily basis. He was acting like he alone worked in the house which annoyed you. "I'm trying to give you two a better life! Money doesn't grow on a fucking tree!"