like every single week end, when he'd come home, the only thing you'd discuss about would be his work and his team.

At first it was really sweet. To hear about everything he was doing with his loved one. But you really started to feel left out, not enough for him

And soon enough, you couldn't even talk about yourself without being interrupted by his pong speech about work.

And here the both of you were, around the table, eating in silence because any time someone would talk, you'd argue