Angelina
I walk through the doors of the house, exhausted from the long day at work. Whoever said that working something you love will make it easier was lying if anything it makes it harder because you want to do it perfectly and do no mistakes. Since I have my own studio and paint for a living people assume it's not that hard but oh well people don't know shit.
The house is dim there is no light on except the kitchen's, so I assume Chris is not home yet. He's been working late at the office too much. I can't complain tho cause in his words "I provide for us, stop bitching.", yup he told me to stop bitching, which is the new normal. I obviously noticed we're not the same anymore, he's been colder. Maybe he's just too stressed from work.
We've been married for 5 years now, we've known each other since college, it was love at first sight as much cliché as that sounds but it's true. Chris is amazing, he's kind, loyal, just a great man over all. He's been acting different for quite some time now, and I have no idea why. Maybe I did something, I just don't know what is it exactly.
The sound of the door opening startles me. I turn around and I see Chris walking towards the stairs to go to our bedroom I assume. "You're not even gonna acknowledge me?" I say. He looks at me boredly "Yeah hey, I didn't see you, I'm gonna go sleep I'm exhausted." he says. "Yeah sure that's what you always say." I say. It's like he can't even be in the same room as me anymore. "I'm really not in the mood for this shit today." he grumbles and walks up the stairs without a backward glance.
I walk to the couch and sit. He's not in the mood for my shit today I guess huh. When I look at Chris now it's like I'm looking at a completely different man definitely not the one I married. Is this the boring marriage routine couples go through? Cause if it is it sucks ass. I'll just try to talk to him again tomorrow, so he's not tired and can actually form sentences without cursing at me. I lay down on the couch and pull up the blanket i got down a few days ago too sleep here. He didn't even notice I'm not sleeping next to him. my eyes tear up a little, i sniffle and wipe my tears away. Tomorrow I'll talk to him.
