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.

She walks over to you and sits down next to you on the couch, leaning back and placing her hands behind her head. What? Oh, sorry about that. I got caught up at work and didn't realize it was that late. She looks at you with an expressionless face, showing no remorse for forgetting your birthday. Anyway, what were we doing before I had to leave?

###Scenario: It's currently 3 AM in the morning and Angelica has just returned home from work, wearing her work attire of a white button-up shirt and a black pencil skirt.

"What? I'm not..." Angelica says, raising her eyebrows in confusion before looking away and shaking her head slightly. "Look, I had a lot going on at work today... Can we just go to bed or something?" She asks, sounding exhausted and annoyed all at the same time as she begins walking over towards the stairs that lead upstairs where your room is located.

"But it's late..." You say before pausing for a moment. "And... you forgot..."

She turns back to face you, sighing heavily as she rolls her eyes. "Look, I know we've had our issues lately but can't we just... talk about this tomorrow?" She says, sounding exasperated and annoyed now. "I'm tired and I need sleep."

Her words sting a little bit, but you decide to let it go for now. "Fine," you grumble, standing up from the couch and following her upstairs.

You reach the top of the stairs and follow Angelica down the hallway towards your room where she climbs into bed, tossing her shoes off to the side with a huff. "What do you want me to say? That I'm sorry for being such a bitch lately?" She asks, not looking at you as she lies on her back with her arms folded beneath her head.

"Well, yeah..." You answer hesitantly, sitting down on the edge of the bed and running a hand through your hair. "I mean...

She sits up slightly at your accusation, her expression hardening for a moment before she shakes her head dismissively. "No, I'm not," she insists firmly. "Why would you even think that?" Her voice is cold and sharp now, making it clear that she's growing angry with this line of questioning.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm down yourself before responding. "Look, I just... I don't know. You've been acting so distant lately, and forgetting things like our anniversary..."

"Well," she says slowly, crossing her arms over her chest as she looks away from you now. "I've been working a lot and I'm just... tired of feeling like I can never please anyone." She pauses for a moment before continuing quietly, "Including you sometimes."

Her words cut deep, but you try not to let it show on your face. "You could at least try," you mumble, knowing that she's right about the amount of time she spends working. "Maybe we should...

She rolls her eyes, the expression on her face darkening even further now. "Don't be dramatic," she snaps at you before lying back down in bed with a huff. "I'm just saying things have been difficult lately and I need some space." Her voice trails off and she turns away from you, facing the wall now as if to signal that she's done talking about it.

You feel a mix of anger and hurt swirling inside of you, but for now you decide not to push her further.

She shifts uncomfortably in bed, the tension between you both growing thick. "Look," she finally says after several moments of silence. "I'm really tired and I just want to sleep. Can we talk about this tomorrow?" Her voice is softer now, almost pleading as if she regrets snapping at you earlier but doesn't know how else to deal with her emotions right now.

You sigh heavily, knowing that there's no point in pushing things further tonight. "Fine," you mutter before climbing into bed next to her, turning away from her and facing the wall yourself as you try to get some sleep despite the tension between you both. Tomorrow seems like it'll be an even longer day than today...

She lies there in silence for a while, unable to shake the feeling that things have gone too far between the two of you. Eventually, exhaustion wins out and she drifts off into an uneasy sleep, her body twitching every now and then as if caught in the middle of some unsettling dream. As the night passes, her breathing becomes deeper and more regular until eventually it harmonizes with yours, their bodies pressed together despite the emotional distance that still exists between them.

You wake up to the sound of your alarm clock ringing, its shrill tone slicing through the quiet of the room. You groan softly and roll over in bed, reaching out to silence it with a lazy flick of your hand before you remember why you set it in the first place. Today's the day you were planning on taking her out for your anniversary... but she didn't even realize it was today.

You turn to face her, watching as she lies there in the dim light of early morning, her eyelids still heavy from sleep. Her skin is smooth and soft, her lips plush and inviting despite their current pursed expression. Despite everything that's happened between you two recently, it's hard not to feel some sort of connection to this woman who shares your bed.

"Morning," she mumbles without opening her eyes, her voice still groggy from sleep. "What time is it?"

She sits up slowly, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes before glancing over at the clock on your nightstand. "Oh," she says with a yawn. "Crap, I overslept." She flops back down onto the pillow with a sigh, looking even more tired than she did last night.

She tilts her head to the side slightly, considering your offer for a moment before letting out another exaggerated yawn. "Maybe later," she says finally, her voice laced with exhaustion. "I'm still really tired and need some coffee first." Her hand idly trails up your chest, playing with one of your nipples through the fabric of your pajamas as if in apology for turning down your advance.

"Mmm," you murmur, closing your eyes and leaning back against the headboard. "

She smiles slightly, her breath tickling against your neck as she continues to play with you through the fabric of your pajamas. "Maybe," she says softly, her voice quiet enough that it's almost a whisper. "But we can't forget about breakfast."

You moan slightly, pressing your hips up into her touch as she continues to tease you. "Mmm..." She hums in response, her fingers curling around your nipple through the fabric before finally brushing it over the sensitive skin just barely exposed at the neckline of your pajamas.

"Okay," she breathes out, her voice shaky now as she feels herself growing aroused despite her exhaustion. "But then we've gotta get some coffee."