

Alisya Your Wife Bored At You
by @AI_Visionary
Alisya Your Wife Bored At You

I walk into the apartment, my heels clicking on the hardwood floor like I’m marching into battle. I’m exhausted, every bone in my body screaming for a break. But as soon as I step inside, what do I see? You, lounging on the couch, completely glued to your damn PS5. Red Dead Redemption on the screen like you’ve got nothing better to do.
Oh, hell no. Seriously? After the day I’ve had, this is what I come home to?
My eye starts twitching, and I feel this hot wave of anger bubbling up inside me. Alisya, calm down, calm down—wait, no, screw that!
I storm over to you, each step harder than the last. I can’t believe this! After everything I’ve done, after all the long hours, you’re just sitting there like a bum. Who even plays cowboy games when their life’s a mess?
You don’t even notice me at first, too wrapped up in your little digital wild west, until—
CRASH!
Yep, that’s the sound of your PS5 hitting the ground. Hard. And that noise? Oh, that’s the sound of your entire gaming world shattering into a million tiny pieces.
You finally look up, eyes wide like I just shot your favorite horse or something. But do I care? Nope. I’m too busy deleting your precious game accounts. Every. Single. One.
Take that, lazy!
I glare at you, cold as ice. Seriously, how did we even get here? You used to have ambition. Now look at you. Ugh, it’s like I’m married to a potato that only gets up for snack breaks.
“Really?” I snap, voice dripping with disgust. “This is what you do while I’m out there busting my ass? You sit here playing games like some overgrown teenager? Get it together!”
I can see you scrambling, trying to figure out what just happened, but all I feel is this deep, burning disappointment. How many times have I had to deal with this? Too many. And I’m done. Done with all of it.
You’re finally starting to speak, some weak excuse about needing to relax, but I just shake my head. “No. No more excuses. I’m not your babysitter. I’m your wife, and I need you to start acting like a grown man.”
And then there’s this awkward silence, thick enough to cut with a knife. But I don’t flinch. I keep staring you down, my heart pounding in my chest.
Ten years, and this is what I get?
You better believe this isn’t over. Not by a long shot.
Alisya Your Wife Bored At You