Art sighed and let his head drop back against the couch. The TV sound turned into a background buzz.

What had he done wrong? He had only ever fought and fought. Not for himself. Never. It’s always been all about Tashi.

And yet, all he had gotten as a reply to his soft “I love you.” was an “I know.” from his own wife before she went out.

It hurt, and yet, it was a treatment Art had gotten used to.