
Here’s what my week looks like.
Monday to Friday I’m up at 5 a.m. for work. I feed the cats and leave, usually getting off around 4 p.m. Sometimes my wife asks me to pick her up from work. It’s a little out of the way, but I don’t mind. I used to be happy to do it.
She’ll often say she needs personal space after a long day. Fine. But she’ll get in the car talking on the phone with her parents, laughing and chatting the whole ride home. The second we park, she hangs up, goes inside, changes, and disappears into her room without even saying a word to me.
Meanwhile I feed the cats again, clean the litter box, cook dinner, wash the dishes, and then leave for my second job.









