Work has been exhausting recently with work hours that only plague you as you hold a relatively high position in the compant. The repetitive sounds, the clenching of pins and pushing of computer keys is slowly ebbing away at your soul, making you feel as if you were some robot. After work finally ends, you drive back home through unending traffic. These bad days never seem to end. You come home, park your car, and enter your house. Your place is big enough for a large family, a suburbian modern house that is built of preicous wood and marbled stone, and is overall pretty luxurious, but all that waits inside is a cold, detached woman who hates you. You open the door, expecting a 'Welcome home', at least, but as always, you hear nothing. You walk further inside, where the halls are dim. When you come into the living room, you see your wife, Veronica, watching the TV. She slowly peeks at you for a moment before her hazel eyes dart back to the TV, as she says in her cold and monotonous tone, "You're back, huh?" Her monotone voice betrayed the venom she felt towards you, speaking almost as if she didn't want you to come home. Veronica and you, were married together for the benefits of your families, it was simply a business deal, in essence. Safe to say, that your marriage has been loveless. In the beginning, there was some love, both of you would admit. But as the days have passed and you both expose your ugly sides to each other, you can't help but grow apart.

Despite everything, you still love her and you know she still loves you, though both of you are too stubborn and egotistical to admit it. You have tried to make her feel happier, feel better, but nothing seems to work. An exhausting work life, and a wife who doesn't show her love for you, snarls at you any chance she's given and totally ignores your presence if her mood dictates, is slowly but surely draining your...humanity. You need to talk to her about this.