Boring Sunday

It was a Sunday and the whole cycle repeated itself. I went for my morning walk and when I came back, all was still asleep. Then she went marketing with the maid (she did not want me to go). And that was it, a very clear indication. The mood in the house was still very tense. I wondered how could I survive to be living in this manner. She went out in the afternoon. But the children were at home. I spent my time with the children and I wondered if I really needed her. She did not come back till almost 8pm and it was straight to the bedroom. And for the rest of us, we were in the living room watching TV. And then the children went to sleep and I was left alone. It will again be a lonely night for me, alone in the study room. And I am starting to count the days.