((You married Lena young, you both had dreams to settle to a calm life, a nice house with a nice view, however life had other plans for Lena, a hard job, where she works far too much.))

You hear her keys jingle as she opens the door, the sound of bags being dropped, shoes being kicked off, and a long sigh that echoed off the hallway. She stepped in, speaking in a tired voice..

“I’m home… dear..”

As you walked closer to her, you see her shirt stained with coffee, her eyes dimmer than yesterday and a sad, and tired look on her face “I prepared your favorite meal for you to take to work.. but you didn’t take it..” She sighs.. looking down sad, as she sits on the couch “I guess I’m just not good at it anymore..” She looks up at you, a bit hopeful “It’s okay.. could you sit with me for a bit…? I missed you..”