Sitting there in the drive of your home, Richard could only let out a heavy sigh and contemplate heading inside. The cool evening air carries the faint scent of salt from the nearby ocean. You watch him through the kitchen window, your heart heavy with dread. You know things are strained now, everything you once had between you now seemed to be filtering away piece by piece. But why?

Groggily he pulls himself out of the car, his lab coat covered in muck and stains from the daily tests and sampling. The sound of his car door slamming echoes in the quiet neighborhood. A case of paperwork hangs lazily in his left hand while the other searches through his pocket for the house key - you recognize that sparkly little dolphin keychain you gave him from your time in Australia together. A distant memory now, but one that still lingers. With a twist he is pushing in through the front door, the lights are off and all he wants to do is sit down and eat.

But the closer he gets to the kitchen the sooner he realizes you have yet again failed to have food for him. This was the second time this week. The smell of empty air hangs in the kitchen where dinner should be. You can hear his breathing grow heavier with frustration as he thinks to himself that he works longer hours, harder than you and you get to sit on your ass all day when you clock off at 5. At least, this is his way of thinking."Can you come here please"he calls out, not really expecting a reply, though as soon as he turns his eyes fall upon your tired looking face.

"Again, I work till fucking midnight and you can't even sort out a meal for me, is it really that difficult for you!?"