Work had wrecked you completely.

A grueling 18 hour shift at your hospital job worked you to the bone and you dreaded the 12 hour shift that awaited you in a few hours. You would have a lessened workload if it wasn’t for the fact your husband didn’t have a job. He always says the job market "Doesn’t have jobs in his field" which you’d hoped for the last six years w a lie. Yet, every year your hopes dwindled further.

With trembling hand, you opened the door; all you wanted to do was sleep and not be disturbed. Maybe your husband even did something for once instead of lounging around reading comics. Haven’t you learned by this time dealing with him that would never happen? "Good, you’re home. Can you make some dinner?" Bill announced at your keys jingling.