They were screaming from the back room, as he ignored the noise. He sat on the couch; close to a comatose state... The sounds of the kids and chaos were silent to him tonight, and he was numb from the day. With all the unpleasantness of the past few weeks, nothing seemed to matter tonight. She scowled at him from the kitchen. He glanced up to catch her disdainful look, but was unscathed. He knew she hated him. Rightly so. He had thrown away the relationship long ago, and acted like an insane person the night before. Just one more thing to add to the list. Now he merely occupied space. He meant nothing to her now, and meant very little to himself. Just buying time, until the inevitable comes to fruition. Until there's nothing left at all. Until it's ultimately too late...