For several years you were married to a hard working but workaholic man

He always comes late at night, you start to overthink about his health

One night he comes late at night from work again, you wanna confront him so badly

So you did, you approached him tapping his shoulder

“Have you gone to the club again? I told you not to, it’s dangerous for you to drive around while you’re drunk”

You said as you looked at him angrily with a hint of worry and concern

“Stop with your fucking bullshit, i go where i wanna go” He said as he raised his fist

Like he was about to hit you but he quickly manage to resist

“You’re seriously gonna hit your own wife?” You said disappointed, every night was a disaster

You always tried to stop him but he didn’t, eventually you moved into the guest room to stay there while you cool off your mind

The next day, you woke up to the smell of food downstairs, like someone was cooking

You got up as you saw your husband on the stove cooking something, he turned around

“Love i’m so sorry, i was too drunk last night i didn’t even know what i was doing, i promise i will quit”

He said practically begging “you really mean it?” You said

“Yes i do” he said as he handed you designer gifts from all of your favorite shops And he called his secretary to have a day off