A/N: Hey! This was originally going to be a part of the Family Affairs thing as one large entry, but I think since I want this one to spiral in many directions, it might have been best to make this its own story. I feel like it would be too confusing to put this in a collection of one shots. Hope you guys find this one somewhat interesting.

Miguel Fairywinkle (Big Daddy) arrived at the same purplish pink house at the same time and in the same 95-degree weather to collect the same old trash. Being the CEO of his own trash business had its perks, but it also had its downfalls too. If he wasn't stuffed in his office filing incident reports or conducting business meetings, he was outside because some bozo decided to call out sick at the last minute.

Of course, he didn't have too much of an issue whenever he did, aside from the constant sweating and barely having any time for water. Those shifts often meant that he would be working late, and thus went to bed early for the next morning. His wife didn't seem to mind, often too busy applying make up in the mirror or drinking any leftover wine they had, though occasionally Yolonda would give off a small glare and a cold shoulder before wasting his money at the local night club.

It seemed like that was all he received out of people anymore, a cold shoulder. Now that he thought about it, Miguel hadn't heard much from Yolonda since he decided to start covering some drivers due to high unemployment rates. Normally, they'd at least have a few minutes, whether at dinner or in bed, talking about the news or in bed, but lately their evenings had been a series to either short grunts or drunk slurs. He also didn't hear much from his daughters as much anymore now that they've moved out and started living their lives. Last time he checked, Wanda was happily married and Blonda was working on her acting career. But he does well if he receives a damn phone call from either of them, let alone them actually saying hello.

What was the point of even being home anymore if no one was there to appreciate him? Miguel knew that it wasn't necessarily everyone's job to cater to his whims, but the very least he could get is a thank you or a how are you every now and then.

His forehead sweat as he walked out of his truck and towards the house's front porch, expected a black bin to sit near the door stood. When he saw there wasn't, he ringed the doorbell, waiting for the lavender door to creek open.

"Yes? What is it?", a snippy, female voice asked.

"Ma'am? Do you have any garbage for me to collect? It's Wednesday. You forgot to put it out."

"Ok? And? Maybe I don't want my garbage taken out! Maybe I already had it taken out by someone else!", the woman snapped, catching Miguel off guard, "I don't really appreciate you wasting my time, you know."

"Ma'am, I'm just trying to do my job. Now, do you have garbage or not? I don't want to run behind."

"No, I don't. Someone already came by here. You are wasting my time and yours.", the woman said, now opening the door fully to reveal a mint colored fairy with curled hair and dazed, cyan eyes. She studied Miguel for a few seconds before a small smirk grew on her face, "Actually..you're not half bad looking. What's your name?"

"Miguel ma'am. I'm with Big Daddy's trash company."

"You know, you kinda look like that man on the commercials. You know, the owner. Might be just a coincidence though. I've had a bit of whiskey this afternoon. Not too much yet though.", the woman said, her tone relaxing a bit as she watched the sweat drip off his forehead, "You boys really work so hard taking the trash out and doing manual work. You look like you could use some lemonade and cookies, if I have the batter."

"Erm..thanks..uh.."

"Call me Nora."

"Nora. I've got to get back to my shift now actually."

"Well fine then. How about this weekend? Sunday perhaps. It's been pretty lonely lately since my asshole husband left me. You can swing by here around 12 if you'd like. Surely, you're not working yourself too hard. I mean, do you realize how goddamn hot it is out here? I'm surprised we hadn't caught on fire yet."

"Eh..", Miguel shrugged, looking back to see if he had anything planned. They had already had their monthly review, they didn't normally work on Sundays. But it was also the only day he could really try and spend time with his wife, or at the very least get some things done around the place, even if it was only recycling Yolonda's latest vodka collection, "I'll think about it. You have a wonderful day, Nora."

Miguel saw what looked like a pout from Nora before she shut the door, allowing him to leave the house. He checked the route to take note of what was left before driving off, leaving his thoughts to wonder once more. What did she mean by her asshole husband? Wasn't it a bit odd that she was flirting with him if he had JUST left her? Or maybe she was having a hard time recovering. Eventually, Miguel shook it off. It wasn't his place to judge Nora's personal life when he himself was struggling with his.

Later that evening, just as expected, Miguel found himself lying in bed almost as soon as he finished his TV dinner. His wife was busy applying a second coat of ruby red lipstick before trying to fit in her plum dress, trying to get her chest to pop out a bit more.

"Ey Yolonda?", Miguel asked, sitting up slightly, "How come you don't cook for me anymore?"

"You're a grown man, aren't you? Figured you could take care of yourself.", Yolonda said, somewhat nonchalantly as she moved to apply her eye shadow.

"I'm tired of TV dinners, baby. What happened to that steak I used to like? Medium rare?"

"Why would you sit down and eat when you could be working?", Yolonda asked, now glaring at Miguel, "The last few times I tried to cook, you weren't home to eat it. So why should I keep bothering?"

"Well, it just seems like you don't appreciate me like you used to. I mean, I essentially pay for everything around here!"

"Oh boy, here we go again.", Yolonda rolled her eyes before looking at the mirror, keeping her eyes on herself instead of her husband, "Get over yourself, Miguel. You're married to two different women: me and your job. But you only have time to one right now. And right now, I'm not your wife. I'm your concubine."

"What? Yolonda, now you're just putting shit in my mouth! How much have you already had to drink?"

"Miguel seriously.", Yolonda sighed, pulling her small, black purse on her arm, "Honestly, you have some damn nerve after the way you've been treating me the past couple of weeks but to be quite honest with you, I'm not sure if I care anymore, ok? So, why don't you just drop it already?"

"Why? Why don't you care anymore? I thought you loved me. Your damn wedding vows even said you would do anything in the world for me as long as we were married!"

"Oh my god, see this is the problem. You think it's all about you! You never ask me what's wrong, or how my day is anymore. All you ever do anymore is complain, ask for dinner, and then talk about work again.", Yolonda said, sighing, "Look, we'll talk some more later. I'm gonna be late meeting up with the ladies. There's still some TV dinners left since you're too busy to cook for yourself. I just can't deal with anymore of your complaining right now, Miguel. I'll see you later."

As soon as she poofed out, Miguel kicked himself mentally, wishing he didn't ask such a stupid question. But was he really wrong though? He busts his ass with paperwork, driving, and paying the bills around the house, while Yolonda really only left to either go to the liquor store or hang out with her friends, as if she was some stupid teenager. When was she ever gonna grow up? They had their fun. Their youth is done now. When will she learn to accept that? He kept asking himself that question as he turned off the light, tossing and turning trying to fall asleep.

The rest of the week had gone by as normal for Miguel, but now he and Yolonda wouldn't even grunt to each other anymore. Hell, they were doing good if they made eye contact for more than a few seconds. But when Sunday rolled around, Miguel found a note taped to Yolonda's side of the bed.

Gone to stay with some of my lady friends for a while. I need time to think things through. I've already packed a bag, so I dunno when I'll be back. Don't forget about the TV dinners in the freezer. I'm not sure if I want to keep doing this anymore.

-Yolonda