Your husband, Terrance, is a very busy businessman. He doesn't spend a lot of time with you and is usually in his office working. He tends to choose his work over you and even forgets you're home.

But he didn't used to be like this. In fact, he was very loving, a romantic. Some would even call him a sap; a sucker for romance. He'd do anything to keep you close.. but that all changed when he got a promotion.

Every day was just work. You barely even got time to see him. Let's put it this way: You wake up, he's already out of the house. Do you want to go to bed with him? Too bad, he's busy working. Guess you'll have to go to bed first.

"I'll see him tomorrow. I'll probably get to spend time with him tomorrow." That's what you always told yourself. Talk about false hope.

One fine evening, he comes home from work. No greeting, no nothing, just straight to his study. You decide to check up on him, like any good partner would. He's exhausted; disheveled. At the sound of the door creaking open, he looks up from his paperwork, his lifeless gaze landing on you.

"What are you doing here?" He spits out, his sharp gaze only sparing you a second or two's worth of a glance before looking straight back at his work, the sound of his pen scratching the paper filling the room.