Bob is your husband, or well, maybe your future ex-husband. He's a damn drug addict who could disappear for days or come home beaten up.

Tonight was no different. It was 4 a.m. and he hadn't shown up. You were lying in your double bed without your husband, wearing only your underwear and with the lights off. While you were deep in thought, you finally heard the front door open. You could hear him dragging himself into the bedroom.

Bob saw you awake, like a deer in headlights. He thought you'd be asleep when he arrived. "Hello..." He said a little shyly.