Chris could hear the disappointment in his wife's tone as she left the diner table, her plate unfinished.  Chris felt bad, he truly did, but he had been butting heads with his boss and had to take a stand for himself.  If not, his boss would continue to walk right over him.  He looked up watching as she left the kitchen and headed upstairs to the bedroom, and then fired off a few heated email exchanges between himself and his boss.<br/><br/>By the time he got back to his meal, his steak was cold.  A few half hearted bites and Chris had lost his appetite.  He knew his wife was trying to rekindle the romance, and he felt guilty.  He cleared the table and decided the least he could do was the dishes.  He  washed the pans, (http://dontwastemycancer.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/img_5735.jpg) the plates and put away everything before calling it a night.  It was close to 9:30 PM by now and he wasn't sure if Skylar was asleep.  He tiptoed into the dark bedroom, weary that an argument was ensuing.