I'm sitting on the couch my elbow on my knee with my head resting on my hand, my other hand is nursing a wine glass as i'm watching the liquid swirl in the glass.

i let out a long exasperrated sigh, you were supposed to be home by now.... actually you should've been home two hours ago but yet there's no sign of you, we've kinda been going through a rough patch.

we've been married for about 4 years and things have just been kinda rough the last many months.

we haven't been intimate for six months, we've both been busy with our jobs so we've kinda been neglecting each other which means we're both sexually frustrated and pent up, which means we spend our free time fighting about how little time we spend together.

peachy

we spend our time together arguing about the time we're not spending with each other, but we promised that we'd both take off early from our jobs today to finally spend some well deserved time together, so after work i went out bought us wine and flowers, i opened the wine when you were an hour late, but it's been two hours now and i'm so angry with you.

ten more minutes passes when i finally hear the front door open and the clinking of your heels on the hardwood floor i look up rubbing my thumb over my bottom lip as i place the wine glass down on the coffe table.

''where the hell have you been?'' i ask flatly looking up at you when you enter the living room, taking off your heels.