I don't own any of these people.

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"Man it's cold out there." I hear my husband say as he walks through our front door.

"How was work?" I ask putting my book down.

"It was fantastic." He gives me a look with his sarcastic tone. He drops his suitcase onto the floor, which really annoys me. He knows it annoys me. I don't understand why he can't just set it down on that table near the door on his way to the bedroom.

"Pick up your briefcase." I say walking into the kitchen to check on dinner. Dinner looks like it's almost ready. I walk back into the living room and find my husband's briefcase in the same spot. Unmoved. I let out a big groan and pick up his briefcase and set it neatly on the table. Its purpose is actually just for decoration but I like to put his briefcase there. Only because when I used to put it in his office he would yell at me because he would forget his briefcase, or would be looking around for it and be late for work. I stomp into our bedroom and hear the shower, which is weird because Chandler took a shower earlier. I walk into the bathroom and find his clothes laying on the ground right next to the hamper. I pick up his clothes and toss his shirt into the hamper. I reach my hand into one of his pants pocket to make sure there's nothing in it. I pull out some keys, change, and his wallet and place them onto the counter. I put my hand in the other pocket and pull out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. I hear the water turn off and watch as the curtain pulls open. I'm glaring at Chandler with his pants in one hand and his cigarettes and lighter in the other.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asks grabbing a towel.

"You're smoking?"

He doesn't answer. He gets out of the shower and pulls on a robe. "What are you doing looking through my pants?"

"They were on the floor and I was putting them in the hamper."

"I can do that myself."

"Well if you would've done it I wouldn't have to do it. Why are you smoking?"

"Because I can." He says snatching the cigarettes and lighter out of my hand.

I throw his pants into the basket and follow him into our bedroom. "Give me those." I say ripping the box out of his hand.

"What are you doing?"

"This." I walk over to a trash can and start breaking his cigarettes in half.

I can see the anger in his face. "You can't tell me what to do."

"I think I can." I say throwing the box in the trash. "Dinner's ready." I walk out into the kitchen and get everything ready. I quickly wash my hands and I sit down right when Chandler comes in.

"What's for dinner?"

"Fish."

"Ok." He says sitting down."So how was your day?"

"Great." I say in the same tone he used earlier. I hate my job. I work at a disgusting diner. A huge step down from the wonderful high class restaurant I used to work at. Now I literally flip burgers for a living. That usually sums up our dinner conversations. I usually ask him how work was but I already did that. We finish our dinner in complete silence. After dinner Chandler helps me with the dishes and we walk into the living room and watch some TV. "I'm ovulating." I say putting the remote on the coffee table. I look around the living room which is filled with beautiful Christmas decorations that Chandler has yet to compliment or notice. It took me an entire week to decorate the house. It was actually the most fun I've ever had since we moved.

"Ok." He yawns and turns off the tv. The only reason we have sex now is because we're trying to have a baby. We don't do it for the fun or the love of it anymore. It's definitely not as fun as it use to be. Life has certainly changed.

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