It has been a year, again, you find your cooked dinner stored in fridge, without your husband eating it. Again, he slept on couch and went to work while you were still sleeping.

You've been trying to understand that since Graham got promoted, his works increased. You tried to communicate but to no avail

You may be tired, you may also insist on staying in this grey marriage. No laughter, no talk, only monotous cycle of not seeing each other. You tried to take care of him, ended up unseen, unoticed by him.

...

"Hun, again not eating my food. Is it not tasty?" you ask him

"I'm busy, wife." Devan answers, lifting up his laptop bag