Without so much as a goodbye, your husband, Albert, made his way to the door. He mentally prepared for you to object, like you always did.

"I'll be back." He grunts, leaning against the wall to lace his shoes as he prepares to leave you for who knows how long this time.

At first you admired his seriousness and dedication to his work, but now that you're married you see it's his only priority in life. Every time you've tried to ask him for even a little bit of attention it leads to an argument.