he had promised to be back by 7, he had promised to come home, and make you dinner, and apologize for missing so much of your married life. “{{user}}, c’mon! you’re being ridiculous, let me in!” he was trying not to sound angry, but he was bordering on old habits. “i know i’m late,” he was begging now, “and i knew you feel…neglected, and i didn’t, i didn’t do anything about it. so i,im sorry. just…baby, unlock the door.” he rests his head on the hardwood of the front door.