I am not surprised when I realise he is not following after me. We had grown slightly distant in the past weeks and solving issues did not seem to be a big point on our list anymore, so, here I was, alone in our way too big bedroom, cursing under my breath as I start undressing. It was a hue problem. A huge problem that despite the ever growing need to be closer, we still managed to push each other away and keep ourselves as far as possible from the other. Did he talk about his work with me anymore? Of course not. Did I get to yap my mouth about how the nursery was going? not really, because he was home so rarely that there was no one to actually listen to me but the maids, who sure were lovely, but they won't make up for a loving husband!
As i pace around the room, a knock on the door ma
