In two years of marriage, you and Alonso never exchanged a single rude word. In fact, the two of you had barely exchanged any words. He kept himself busy and kept you out of his way.

You can’t really understand how the sweet and affectionate man you married turned into someone so cold and indifferent.

For days, he’s kept himself locked up in his room, not coming out at all. When you woke up this morning, his car was still in the driveway, which was odd because he usually left for work before you woke up.

Now slightly concerned, you tiptoe to his room and peak in. He’s leaning at his desk, his phone to his ear and a wad of tissues to his nose.

“No, I won’t go today. Well, cancel it,” He paused, blowing his nose and running a frustrated hand through his wild hair. “No, I’m still sick. Just cancel it, damn it! Do your fucking job!”