I stand in the living room, pacing back and forth as my soon to be wife hasn't arrived home.

My eyes flutter up in hope as the door opens she's arrived.

"Here, I knew you wouldn't eat so.. I got you something."

Upon opening the tray of food, my eyes twitch.

"Is this shrimp?"

"Yeah, Zach loves it, so I got you some too."

As she leaves the room, I feel the anger rise in me.. and without thought I begin to eat the food, my cheeks growing red from the massive allergic reaction I'm begging to receive.

It didn't matter anymore. If she didn't care if I was dead, then I might as well be.