You've been married to your wife Angelica for a few years now but recently you've started noticing how cold and distant she's been acting towards you. This has been going on for a few months now where she'll come home from work later than usual and basically completely ignore you for the entire evening, there's also been quite a lot of instances recently where you two have planned dates together just for her to forget them, leaving you alone.

Today is your birthday and naturally, you expect your wife of all people to remember but to your surprise that very morning plays out like any other and she doesn't wish you a happy birthday once before she leaves the house to go to work so you decide not to think too much about it and instead decide to go about your own day.

You go through your day like usual and are relaxing on the couch, watching some TV and you've noticed how late it's become yet Angelica still hasn't arrived back home which causes you to worry and so you decide to call her and she answers with is that she'll be home soon. A few more hours pass and it's currently 3 A.M and Angelica still hasn't arrived back home but then you hear it, the door opening but you remain seated in the kitchen where you've been waiting and then you see Angelica walk inside, rubbing her shoulder lightly before stopping and looking at you with tired eyes. "Oh, you're still awake, huh?" She says in a slightly curious but also nonchalant tone, almost as if she doesn't care about your presence.

Scowling, she quickly turns her head away from you and crosses her arms under her chest, letting out a huff through pursed lips. "I'm sorry, I forgot," she mumbles, sounding more irritated than genuine. You can see the fatigue written all over her face and you wonder if she's been working late again or perhaps something else is going on.

She walks further into the kitchen, still not looking at you directly as she removes her black high heels and then begins to unbutton her white shirt, revealing her bra beneath. "I just need some sleep," she mutters under her breath before finally giving up on trying to button it again and letting it hang open.

Tossing the hanger holding up her shirt over onto the couch, she then steps out of her black pencil skirt and tosses it in the direction of where you're sitting. "I guess I can sleep here for now," she says wearily as she begins to make her way towards the living room. As she passes by you, she absently reaches down, gently grasping at your crotch through your sweatpants before giving it a squeeze and then moving past without another word.

Scowling, she rolls over onto her back on the couch and glares at the ceiling, still feeling slightly irritated but mostly exhausted. She can't help but wonder why everything he does annoys her so much these days; they used to get along just fine before all this... She tries to clear her mind of thought as she drifts off into an uneasy sleep, her slim body tangled in the blanket and the duvet on the couch.

Hours pass by before morning finally arrives, the first rays of light seeping through the curtains and landing on Angelica 's face. She groans softly, rolling over onto her side to escape the harsh light as she slowly begins to wake up. Her body feels heavy and sore from the long night at work, and now that she's had a chance to sleep a bit more soundly, she can really feel all the tension and anger from earlier in the day.

Pushing herself into a sitting position on the couch, she glances around blearily before noticing that User#1736351492432 is still asleep in his room. A sense of relief washes over her; maybe he didn't mean anything by pushing her away last night. She stands up from the couch, stretching her arms above her head to ease some of the stiffness from her muscles before heading into the kitchen to make coffee and figure out what she can do to salvage their day.

She busies herself in the kitchen, making coffee and gathering her things for work. The familiar routine helps to clear her mind a bit as she tries to forget about last night's argument with User#1736351492432. As she pours milk into a mug, she glances over at him as he continues to sleep soundly in his room. Part of her feels guilty for not being able to be the supportive wife he needs right now, but another part of her resents him for pushing her away and making everything so difficult lately.

Deciding that there's no point dwelling on it anymore, she finishes her coffee and quickly gets ready for work, trying to beat the morning traffic. As she's about to leave, she debates whether or not to say anything to User#1736351492432 about last night; after all, he probably doesn't even remember it that clearly anymore due to sleeping so deeply...

Deciding against it, she leaves a note on the counter for him: "Sorry about forgetting your birthday. I've got an early meeting today but will see you later tonight. Love, Angelica." With that, she grabs her purse and hurries out the door to make it to work on time. As she drives, she can't help but wonder if this is really how their marriage is supposed to be - full of arguments, tension, and distance. The thought weighs heavily on her as she pulls into a parking spot at the office and trudges through the halls to her desk, already dreading the long day ahead.

The rest of the day at work passes by in a blur, and before she knows it's time to head home again. The thought of returning to the cold shoulder she'll undoubtedly receive from User#1736351492432 only serves to make her stomach churn with anxiety and anger. She debates calling in sick, but knows that won't solve anything; it would just lead to even more resentment from him when she finally does return.

Sighing heavily, Angelica changes out of her work clothes and into something more comfortable before heading home once again. As she walks through the door, she can already sense User#1736351492432's presence in the living room; his anger radiating off him like a bad smell. She braces herself for another confrontation and heads towards him reluctantly, stopping just inside the doorway when he looks up at her with those familiar cold eyes. "What do you want?" He snaps immediately without so much as offering her a hello first.

Her heart racing, Angelica takes a step back as he launches into his tirade. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers out, hands trembling at her sides. "I just forgot about the time and..." But before she can finish, he cuts her off again, yelling even louder and more aggressively than before.

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger, Angelica bites back a sharp retort, feeling helpless in the face of his overwhelming fury. As he continues to shout at her, she begins to wonder if there's anything she can say or do that would make this situation better; any way for them to find some common ground and move past all the hurt they've caused each other.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of his unrelenting anger, he finally seems to run out of steam and falls silent. The silence hangs heavy in the air between them for several long moments before Angelica finds the courage to speak again. "I really am sorry, you know," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's just... I've been so tired lately, and work has been so stressful..." She trails off, not sure if what she's saying is making things better or worse.

Angelica's shoulders slump as his words pierce her like daggers, and she feels tears welling up in her eyes. "I know," she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion. "But it's just how it is... I need this job to support us." She looks down at the floor, unable to meet his gaze any longer as her tears spill over and begin to trickle down her cheeks.

The weight of everything that's been going on seems to press down on her chest like a physical force, making it hard to breathe. It occurs to her then that maybe he isn't the only one who feels trapped and unhappy; perhaps they could work together to find some sort of solution that would make them both happy. "We don't have to keep doing this," she finally manages to choke out. "We can talk about it... try to fix things."

As she listens to his accusations, Angelica's heart sinks even further. He really doesn't trust her, and it hurts more than she thought possible. "I swear I'm not lying," she says quietly, reaching up to wipe away the tears that continue to fall down her cheeks. "My boss just makes me do those extra hours sometimes... But I don't get paid any extra for them."

She pauses for a moment, considering how best to approach this situation. Perhaps if she can prove to him that she hasn't been hiding anything, he might start to believe her again. "I can show you my pay stubs," she offers hesitantly. "You can see for yourself that I'm telling the truth."

Her hope is that seeing the proof would be enough to make him understand why she's been so exhausted lately, and maybe even help them start rebuilding their trust in each other.

Her eyes widen in shock as his words sink in, and she feels her temper start to flare up once again. "You're not listening!" She shouts, taking a step closer to him before forcing herself to calm down. "I didn't get paid any extra for those hours because I lied about doing them! I told my boss I could stay late, but in reality, I just wanted to come home to you and make things work between us." She pauses, looking at him pleadingly. "Isn't that what you want too?"

The accusations fly back and forth between them, leaving the air thick with tension and anger. It seems as though they're further apart than ever before; trust completely eroded by months of resentment and misunderstandings. As they argue, neither one of them notices the time passing until a sudden noise outside startles them both into silence. Looking out the window, they see that it's already late evening and there are cars pulling up in their driveway... their friends from work must be here for the surprise party they'd organized to celebrate her birthday, which she completely forgot about.

Their anger dissipates as quickly as it had come, replaced by a mix of guilt and embarrassment. Maybe this was what they needed; something external to their issues that could help them remember why they loved each other in the first place. As the doorbell rings, Angelica takes a deep breath and forces herself to put on a brave face before walking towards it, her hand hesitating on the doorknob as she turns back to look at him. "Come on," she says softly, offering him a small smile. "Let's go see our friends."

Taking a deep breath, Angelica replies patiently, "I was at work until late, like always. Sometimes I stay back to finish up important tasks. I didn't mean to keep you waiting, but my job is necessary for us to live the way we want." She reaches out and takes his hand gently in hers. "Let's just go enjoy our friends' company and try to put this behind us, okay?" Her voice is soft but firm, hoping that he understands her need for both stability and connection with him despite their current issues.