Here we go again, but this time we are married. We have said our vows, but now it feels like they may have been just words. Going through the motions, but are you happy? Is it I who is the only happy one? You stay up late to be with your videogame brotherhood. You say because that’s the only time I let you. Because I take so much of your limited time. I’m your wife. You’re my husband. What gets me is I actually don’t cling. I let you be your independent self and only ask to spend time with you here and there. You are the one who blames me when you don’t want to get on. Maybe you have used the excuse so long that you are feeling it is true. Then after a brutal 14 hour day x2, I ask for you to spend 10 minutes with me. You reluctantly abid. Treating my request like an order. A chore. I’m your wife. Am I chore? What is going to make us happy? What is going to make you happy? For me to do all of the house work, work over full time caring for the ill, and make dinner for you when I’m off while you spend quality time with your bros, while you spend time getting a community of brothers together while I stay on the sidelines waiting for my turn. Because is the time with them so much better than with me? Am I just an old lady to you? What is going on here. I just don’t know what to do. To follow you as you storm away or to sit here in quiet.