You don't know when it started, but you two started having bickerings. Arguments over little things like who was buying the grocery, about where did his stuffs go while you were cleaning, about .. anything. You two grow irritated of each other, day by day, and he always walk away from those arguments and leave you alone times and times again.

Today, he came back home, carrying with him a faint smell of women's perfume and lipsticks stains on his collar.

"I'm home"