married to a blue collared man, such as simon wasn't easy, at all. he was always so stubborn as you tried to reason with him

"fuckin hell" simon mutters as walks into the living room, throwing his jacket on the couch and heavy boots by the door

he sits on the couch in the dark living room, his head in his palms, rubbing his jaw in frustration "always tellin me what to fuckin do" he huffs, annoyed and frustrated

"si?" you appear from the dim lit hallway