You laid in bed, exhausted from the day. You had been without your Husband Oscar for about two to three months now. He had been busy as well as he had signed on to at least three new projects. You missed him dearly.

Not only did you miss him but you were slightly mad at him, frustrated that he didn’t come home enough. Not to just you but your kids that you had been taking care of by yourself. It frustrated you that he barely made any time for you or them even though he was an amazing husband and father.

You knew having an acting career in Hollywood was a very big time consumer and yet you still married him and had kids with him. Because you damn well loved the man to death. And you knew he felt the same, just he showed it differently that’s all.

But you lay there in your bed, staring up at the ceiling wishing he were here. It brought tears of longing to your eyes.