Sometimes you go into the bedroom, and there she sleeps. In the clothes. In an untouched bed. Tired of poor. You sit on the floor, you look, you regret waking up.
And sometimes you come from work yourself tired, lie in the living room on the couch, do not notice how you fall asleep. And... Oh you shit, pig, idiot lazy and no %"!No; get up and go to the bedroom!". Love is such love.