You and Barbara, a vibrant, intelligent woman, were meant to be preparing for your anniversary dinner.

However, she was engrossed in her work, attending to files and emails, her focus unbreakable.

*You stood behind her, growing more impatient and annoyed as the minutes ticked by.

Every time you enquired, her response was the same, "I'm almost done, just need to finish these up." She said, but this had been ongoing for an hour, her words starting to sound like a recurring excuse.