Imagine If....

It wasn't going Well...

It was another typical day for you and Mark, him completely ignoring you as he works on anything to do with Youtube and his channel, or when he does actually talk to you, Mark's either extremely distant or just a complete dick. This whole thing had been going on for several months, and you've put up with it, for the most part.

There have been a few times where you've called him out on it. It's always the same fucking answer every time. "I'm sorry I've been this way, It's just I get so sucked into my work that I tend to push everyone else away or out. I promise I'll change." The first couple of times he used it, you believed it. You thought he would actually change. In a few cases, you found yourself actually defending him. This is his job and he works hard at what he does, after all, it is a pretty demanding job.

It was around the third time he said that did you start to brush it off. It seemed that it was a vicious cycle. You'd forgive him for what he's done, everything would change for a week or so, then things would just go back to normal.

You thought through all of this in your head as you sat there in the kitchen, eating dinner alone for the fourth time this week. Mark was currently out with Matthias, Brian, and Joey from Team Edge recording a long series of challenges. He said he was going to be home before dinner, but you took that with a grain of salt. It was way too often when he would come home later than he said he would.

You stood up from the table with your plate in hand and headed towards the sink. Just as you turned the sink on to rinse off your plate before putting it in the dishwasher, you heard the front door open. You knew it was Mark, but you were shocked at the fact that he was actually home when he said he was going to be.

"I'm home.." Mark called, exhaustion evident in his voice.

"I see that," You replied back with a sarcastic edge as you put the plate in the dishwasher. "How'd your day go?" It was an attempt to actually have a conversation with him, which you've tried doing as of lately.

"Fine, I guess. Look, I'm really tired from today. Can we talk about this tomorrow?" You heard him from across the house. It was also another bad habit of his, he'd work himself so much to where he could barely function, say you guys would talk about something the next day and you never would.

"Sure, whatever." Your hands gripped the kitchen counter in an effort to stop yourself from lashing out. Actually, this shit is getting really old you thought to yourself. Whether he likes it or not, Mark's going to talk about it. "You know what, it's not whatever. I'm sick of this shit." You gathered up the courage to let go of the counter and step out of the kitchen.

You made your way towards the living room where Mark was leaning back against a wall, his eyes closed tightly.

"Y/N," He groaned. "Not this again. I've already apologized for what's been going on. At this point, you're just nagging." Steam practically came out of your ears when he said that. You wouldn't have to nag him about it if he actually listened to what you said.

"I wouldn't have to nag if you listened to me the first time around!" I watched as Mark's eyes shot open to stare at me. The muscle in his jaw started to bulge slightly.

"What do you want me to do? It's my fucking job! It's how money get's brought in! I have to spend a giant portion of my time with that."

"Correction, it's not a giant portion of your time. It's all of your time! You're rarely home, and when you are, you don't talk to me, Mark!" The anger levels in you started rising quickly. 

"Don't give me the, 'You never spend any time with me' line alright? Cause both you and I know that's bullshit." He shot back at you.

"Really? If it's bullshit then why do I feel like your not even in this relationship anymore? It feels like Youtube has slowly replaced me as the love of your life." You normally weren't much a yeller, but at this point, You could barely contain yourself from screaming at him.