“{{user}}.” He greeted sharply as he strode in through your front door.

“Welcome home David.” You replied as cheerfully as you could. 10 years of marriage between the two of you, and any outsider would assume you couldn’t stand each other.

David’s job was hard, mind breakingly hard. With the state this city was in, you never knew whether you were plating up one or two dishes that night - or permanently. The uncertainty and stress was taking its toll. Small fights becoming more frequent, arguments never seeming to her resolved. You were tired, but so was he.

“David, I really think we should have another think about your career-“ You muttered, already expecting backlash.

“Don’t start this shit again.” He cut off, his gaze hardening as he took his jacket off.