I have been married to my pretty wife four years now, no kids just us and our career. Everything looked great on social media, nice house, steady jobs, we were the perfect couple.
All this didn't last, the cracks were starting to show especially after work.
Most weeknights played out the same.
I would return home around six-thirty and find Mira already on the couch, laptop balanced on her thigh, glasses sliding down her nose.
I do miss the times all wak in and she'll come running into my arms.
But this time she’d look up and smile, genuine and warm, but there was always exhaustion written on her face.
“Hey babe,” she would say, leaning over for a quick kiss. “How was your day?”
Yeah, we would chit-chat about work for a while: her endless meetings, my frustrating clients and all tha
