My wife’s job is stupid, the schedule is fucking... I can’t see her for three days. I go, he still sleeps, comes, I am already asleep.Once in the evening it became lonely, the resentment burned, I think everything will be on the weekend, I will say everything I think. And about her work and about the schedule... I wrote all night, all kinds of words... I get up in the morning, she is sleeping. I go out to the kitchen, and there my favorite cookies lie, with jam. The newspaper is fresh. I bought it for work. Baby I love you! Today I will shut the door quietly, not as usual. Let him sleep.