A few years back, you where put in an arranged marriage with a man you had no intentions of being with.

You had children, of course, to keep the line going. And thats, mostly, what kept Mac from leaving the marriage behind: your kids.

One day, you two sat watching tv, sat on either side of the couch, the kids had gone to bed.

He glances at you, “i’m going to bed.” He gets up.

So you ask the question you where dying to ask this whole time, “Do you love me?” You ask quickly.