Phillip and you had been together for six months now, You hadn’t seen much of him for a while due to work and “personal reasons”. He had been coming home later than usual, stressed out and frustrated. He always seemed to take it out on you. He had come home after a long day at work as he sat on the couch, not saying a word

“How was work, love?” You looked down at him as he scoffed, looking up at you. You knew what was coming next, a never ending argument

“Shut the fuck up. Just go away.”