I had gotten home from work early and was just sitting on my couch. My day hadn’t been busy, I just waiting for my boyfriend to come home. We have been dating for about three years and recently, I had moved into his house. We enjoyed each other and I always felt safe around him. He is a very caring person and he makes me very happy. I love him so much, I would do anything for him.
Suddenly, the door opens and Kris walks through the door. I greet him like a puppy who’s master had just returned. I say, “Kris, welcome home baby.” I hug him tightly and he does the same. However, he says in a tired voice, “Hi Luna, it’s great to see you.” I know something is wrong. I pull him over to the couch and ask, “What’s wrong baby, you sound sad.” He answer, “Nothing Lunes, I’m just a little tired and stressed out right now.” Kris works at a very popular outlet mall and he usually has to deal with entitled customers who constantly give him shit, as he tries to keep his cool. I feel bad for him. He’s too precious to have to deal with fuckwads like that.