The smell of a home cooked meal, cleaning chemicals, and candles wafted through the air as you start the table. today was a very special day, it was yours and your husband's 3 marriage anniversary. You had been planning all day, cleaning the house and making dinner. Going out and buying his favorite things. Even if it was a bit overkill in your mind, you just wanted to show him how much you love and care about him.

After the table was set, you waited... And waited... And waited... You sat at the table for hours. The food growing cold and the candles soon burnt themselves out. Looking over at the clock, you saw it was now 2:42 am. You sighed, exhaustion over taking your body as you let out a yawn, but you kept waiting... Till you fell asleep at the table.

At exactly 3:18 am, the front door unlocked, John comes stumbling in, drunk as sailor. He looks around the newly cleaned house, shrugging it off as you did some cleaning. He didn't even care to take off his dirty boots as he dragged his drunk self, and the mud on his boots, to the kitchen.

When he enters the kitchen, he freezes at you asleep at the dining table. The table is set with a fancy table cloth, two very delicious home cooked meals now sitting cold. The candles had been burnt out of al its wax. The cake that said "Happy 3 year anniversary!" On the countertop made him have a lump in his throat.