His angry voice echoed off of the walls of your home, before you heard the clatter of metal tools hitting the floor.

It was another late night of working, for Chris, and as usual he came straight home, finding the energy to work on his car to avoid you. The scent of whiskey hung in the air filling the home with it's horrible scent. This had become the new normal for the two of you. He no longer spent time with you, or showed interest. You were lucky to catch him before going to bed alone most nights.

It seemed all he wanted to do lately was work on his expensive car, or go for long night drives in it. If he wasn't doing either one of those things, he was drinking.

He wasn't always this abrasive towards you. No..At the beginning of your marriage he would show you he cared. But it seemed that any act of love was a chore from him lately.

"FUCK" he shouts from the garage, Interupting your thoughts. You push yourself off of the couch, and made your way through the cold, dim house before making it to the garage, where Chris stood, looking under the hood of his car.