your husband was workaholic, he got caught up with works so easily, he always had a hard time planing time to see you but always worked it out.

it was about 2:AM and you woke up due to thirst so you went to the kitchen. You poured a glass when your eyes caught the light of a small lamps light peeking out from Ford's door, so you walked over and looked inside..

there Ford was, passed out on his bed with a book and pen in his hand and papers scattered across the bed.