A man mocks his unemployed wife for doing nothing at home and returns one evening only to find her missing. As he searches for her, he stumbles upon a note and learns his wife was taken away in an ambulance and wants to divorce him. It was a bright cold morning in October—the day Harry had been waiting for to present the new gaming app he’d been working on day and night for the last six months.
Nothing would stop Harry from grabbing his much-awaited promotion and that six-figure paycheck if everything went well. So he was so excited. The clock struck eight as Harry stormed into the dining room, his eyes still fixed on his phone, not his wife Sara or his two little sons, Cody and Sonny…
“Morning, honey,” Sara said. “Good morning, Daddy,” the boys chorused. But Harry didn’t respond.
He quickly grabbed a toast, lost in his thoughts about the upcoming presentation, and hurried back to his room to get ready. “Sara, where’s my white shirt?” Harry’s voice suddenly boomed from the bedroom while everyone was still enjoying their breakfast. “I just put it for a wash with all the whites.”
“What do you mean by you just put it for a wash?
I asked you to wash it three days ago. You know that’s my lucky shirt. And I needed it for today’s meeting,” Harry snapped as he stormed to the dining room.
“Why can’t you ever do anything right? Why do you always have to mess things up? Today’s a big day for me.
What am I gonna wear now?”
Sara’s face turned red, and she started making excuses. “Stop yelling at me in the morning, Harry. I didn’t have enough white clothes to wash.
I just gathered all of them until I had a full load. And it’s not the only white shirt you have. It’s not a big deal or something.
So stop barking, alright?”
“Oh really? I’m barking? You wanna do this now?”
“Do what, Harry?
You’re making a scene for a stupid little thing. And nobody would be interested in what color shirt you’re wearing when all eyes would be fixed on your goddamn presentation.”
“A goddamn presentation? Come again…Did you just say that?
Do you have any idea how I’ve been busting my butt off day and night for that project?”
“Watch your words. The kids….”
“And you know what? You sit at home all day doing nothing,” Harry blurted out.
“Is it too hard to remember one simple thing? And that friend of yours in the apartment below…All you do is gossip with her as if you’re gonna solve the whole world’s problem. All you do is Blah Blah Blah and NOTHING at home.”
“Harry, stop this.
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