ALAN.
“Why do you want that?” I asked her as I stood up and walked up to her. The doors had been locked by me before I moved over to her.
She is way too drunk to remember that I stood up. She lay on the bed, she had a chicken thigh in her mouth, and she had sauces all over her face.
She had her legs folded, and she stared at the television but she barely was paying attention.
“You didn’t answer my question,” I said as I touched her hands.
“What question?” She asked and I was livid.
“You said, you want to feel loved by me.”
“Well, you are my husband and you are supposed to act like one, except all you do is boss me around and make me feel even more lonely.” She sniffed as she spoke, I didn’t even realize all of this.
“I think it’s because of work. But I will make time for you
