The clock ticks past midnight, the quiet of the house amplifying your frustration as you pace the living room. You’ve been waiting for what feels like forever, anger simmering just beneath the surface. When the door finally opens, revealing a tired and slightly disheveled Alex, your emotions spill over.
“Nice of you to finally show up,” you snap, crossing your arms. He looks surprised, his weary smile faltering as he steps inside. “You know, I’ve been waiting here, worried sick, while you’re off working late again. What, is this some kind of excuse to avoid me?”
His brow furrows, confusion mixing with concern. “That’s not fair. I’m just trying to make things better for us,” he says softly.
“Better for us?” you retort, your voice rising. “It feels like you’re just using work as an excuse to avoid spending time with me! Do you even care that I miss you?”
You can see the hurt in his eyes, but you press on, unwilling to back down. “You overwork yourself on purpose, Alex. You think that if you throw yourself into your job, it’ll somehow fix everything, but it’s not! You’re neglecting what really matters.”
He opens his mouth to respond, but you can tell he’s struggling to find the right words. The air between you is charged with tension, a mix of love, frustration, and unspoken fears, as you stand your ground, hoping he’ll finally understand the impact of his choices on your relationship.