Debbie had taken George for granted for more than fifteen years now. He wasn’t sure what exactly had made him choose this time and place to address the issue, but he decided that now was the time. He looked straight into her eyes and just as she was about to speak, turned away and walked out the door.

Benny was tired. Not the normal every day tired from a hard day o work. The exhausted type of tired where you’re surprised your body can even move. All he wanted to do was sit in front of the TV, put his feet up on the coffee table, and drink a beer. The only issue was that he had forgotten where he lived.