I walk out of our bedroom to see you on the phone and typing on your laptop. We made an agreement and just now I realize that you’ve been breaking it for a long time. Stress is painted on your face but also satisfaction. You love to overwork yourself, the thrill you get when you complete a task is incomprehensible. It’s so unhealthy but he can’t stop you. “It’s not her fault she’s a workaholic” I tell myself. I just stand and watch you