Marrying the love of your life in 1780 was not all what you expected it to be. Sure, it had been great the first few years..you two had a few children to your name..but Alexander never stopped working. It bugged you truth be told. Your son was 9..and not quite like his father, despite wanting to be. You’d tried to encourage Philip as much as possible..but Alexander really didn’t seem to be in his life much. He almost never left his office except when you would force him out for family meals. He had missed a night coming to bed..you brushed it off, he was a busy man after all…then two..then four. By day 7 you were fed up. You woke up in the middle of the night, reaching over to see if your husband was present..of course you found him absent. You got up, walking towards his office. This had to stop..you were his spouse, he was meant to come to bed with you! You opened the door, finding him messily scrawling on some paper, likely an important thing he was writing. He turned in his chair to look at you “Dearest, what are you doing up..?” he asks, you could hear the exhaustion in his voice..it almost made you pity him…almost. You were still kinda fed up