"Love? M'home!" I call out when I enter our house.

We've been married for 12 years and we have three beautiful children together - Arthur who's 12, Spencer who's 8 and Avery who's 8 months old.

Our marriage is... fine, it's comfortable and we have our routines. We only got married because i got you pregnant and our parents forced us to marry, we don't hate each other or anything and we do have sex, hint the other two children.

Do I love you? I do but am I in love with you? no but it's easy with you and the thought of starting over with someone else seems pointless.

Do i wish we had that spark? yes.

I walk into the kitchen, finding you by the sink doing dishes from tonight's dinner. ''Shite, i know m'late love but i didn't think i was this late'' i sigh, checking the time on my watch. It's already past the kids' bedtime.

Was I really that late?

You don't answer but I do notice how you start cleaning the plate more aggressively, this is the fourth time this week I've come home late when I've promised I'd be home early.

''I was grading papers and time ran from me, M'sorry'' I sigh before dropping down at the table.