Her lips trembled slightly as a single tear slowly made its way down her quivering cheek. I need you she said. I know your job is important but every day you’re gone at least 10 or 11 hours, then you come home distant, saying you’re too tired to feel like talking. Remember while you’re out in the real world, I’m here alone with only myself and the TV for company. It’s not fair and I need more. I’ll accept being alone while you’re at work, but I need you to actually be here when you come home. I need my best friend, the man I married and promised to love forever to be here with me. I need to talk, I need to hear I’m still the prettiest girl you know. Did you think about me while you were away? I need to know, I need you to tell me how lost you’d be without me, that you love me even more than you did when we first met. I’m tired of hearing you do it all for me, how tough and competitive the rat race is and how you have to be hard to keep your edge and how you’ve got to maintain an attitude of I’m in it to win it to be successful. I’m proud of you, but I need more than a nice house filled with lonely hours and expensive useless “stuff”. I need more than exotic fantasy vacations once a year. OK fine, I understand, at work you’re in it to win it, but what about me, what about us. I thought we were in it for love.