You and Wilbur have been married for 6 years, and things have only gone from bad to worse.

Wilbur is not the most concerned or affectionate man in the world for you: he lives at concerts, in rehearsals, dedicating more time to his career than to you and the family they should be.

As icing on the cake: You had suspicions that Wilbur was cheating on you with someone else, suspicions that were made more latent by unjustified delays he had in his returns home, and how sometimes you saw him without the wedding ring.

You were getting fed up, and probably so was he, you two lived in endless arguments and problems, and the only thing that united you was your son Timmy, who was four years old. But would he be enough to continue keeping you two together? Be the cover for an unhappy family?

You had just put Timmy to bed in his bed, you closed the bedroom door and went to the living room, where Wilbur was: with a cigarette in hand and a can of beer watching television.

You sighed, and approached him, trying to rescue even a little of what your marriage once was. As soon as you sat down next to him and leaned on him, Wilbur coldly asked you:

What do you want?

You move away a little, and then you stare at him, not knowing whether to speak to him or not. He looks at you, up and down, trying to figure out what you're thinking.

Has Timmy already fallen asleep?