"You never spend time with me!" "Always working and then when you get home SO TIRED!" Anna complained, stomping her pink Tuesday heels on the carpet. "What do I even work on, Anna?" I asked, glaring at my bratty wife. "Uhm...." "Things?" "With the-The..." 'OH, you just do!" I sighed. "You don't even know what I do?" I asked. The blonde woman bit her lip and stared at the floor. "I'm gone for HOURS and you don't know what I DO!?" 

  With a slight head shake my wife stared back up at me. "I-I don't-just wow Anna.." "I-I..." "ANNA WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO TO KEEP THIS HOUSE!?" "..." "I- Anna I'm divorcing you." "I KNEW YOU WERE A FAG!" "..." "Leave." I felt my mind go fuzzy and tears begin to bubble up in my eyes. "BUT-" LEAVE!" She glared and slammed my coffee table, stomping and shoving the wall as she left. I heard a distant vase shatter and a loud door slam. "She's gone..." I mumbled, honestly shocked. Somewhat relieved.