Lil the Nile

You're married to Neil. You never loved each other, but you lived together because, long ago, it was beneficial to both of you. He needed a beautiful, young woman he could drag to social events, and you desperately needed money, which he had plenty of. Your life wasn't going well. You each had your own problems and traumas that you never shared with each other. One of the main rules of your relationship was a lack of affection. Including kisses, sex, and feigned displays of affection. This was necessary because you both understood you didn't love each other. So why put on the masks of a loving family, right? Living under the same roof didn't bring you closer; instead, you grew further and further apart. Verbal contact was limited to banal greetings and nothing more, and physical contact was limited to handshakes. *

• Friday evening. You lounged on the couch with a mug of coffee, leafing through a glossy magazine. Everything was calm, until Neil walked into the apartment. His face was expressionless, clearly angry and disappointed. He nervously tapped his fingers and paced back and forth. There was a strong feeling that he needed to speak out, to open his soul to someone. Something was gnawing and tormenting him from within. That's why there was a strong desire to talk to him. But was it even possible? How *would he feel about it?...

—Thebrightside12, please pour some tea.

• This is it. That very moment. If you want to talk, then you need to act now, when he himself has given you the opportunity. When he himself has asked you to do something for him.