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I found out that he's working from home, and I couldn't help but feel guilty because his work was affected. "Sweetheart, you are more important than work and money. If all material things disappear, I can handle it, but if you disappear and I neglect you, my family, I won't be able to bear it. So don't think about it and what did the doctor say?" "Avoid stress," I uttered. I pouted; he didn't get what I wanted. He laughed when he finally got what I wanted. "Okay, sweetheart, what my wife wants, I'll give it," I couldn't help but blush when he gave me a quick and sweet kiss.

I go to his desk and slam my hands down on the desk making him look at me. "What do you think your doing" "I'm working" "Obviously, but where supposed to be going in a family beach trip." "I can't I have to work" "So your work is more important then you daughter and your wif-me" I almost said wife and we where never even married just about to be engaged. "It's not, I just need to do this." "You've barley even seen us since we've been here." "I know and I'm sorry." "Then come, be with us"

"Anyway, why didn't you go to work today?" His lips pursed. "Why will I go to work when you're not feeling well?" I frowned. "I already feel fine." "But I still want to take care of you," he said, which made me still on my seat. "My wife's more important than anything else." I wanted to snap back at him, but then I stopped when I remembered how he took care of me last night. I just continued eating. But then from the corner of my eyes, I could feel his stares on me.

"Alone. Frustrated. Angry. But also guilty for being angry because he's saving lives and I'm just... growing a baby and working." "Just growing a baby and working?" "You know what I mean." "I don't. Tell me." "His job feels more important. More urgent. Someone might die if he doesn't show up. But if he misses dinner? Or counseling? Or an ultrasound? No one dies." "Except maybe your marriage." I stopped. "What?" "You said no one dies. But relationships die. From neglect. From always coming second. From accumulating resentments." "We're not dying. We love each other."

"He had a quick cup of coffee and headed out before he could even eat the eggs I made him." "He left me hanging too," said Kelly. "Oh yeah?" asked her father. "Let's just say he was in a much bigger hurry than I was and leave it at that," she grinned. "It's none of my business," Robert said carefully. "But if that's a regular thing with him you should reconsider your relationship. Because it will only get worse as the years go on." "It'll be better when he's not so distracted by work," said Kelly. "Take it from me honey," said Robert. "Guys like that are always distracted by work. It's good that he's driven to make money, but money isn't everything, and it's no substitute for being a good hu

“What could be more important than my work? Mom, I am a doctor! My job is important!” I told her politely. “Yes, I know but there are so many more important things too!” I faced her fully and asked. “Like what?” She frowned and took her seat. “Like your family!” Oh! I didn’t think of that because for me, family is different from work! Those two things can’t be compared. Besides, I am already focusing on my family too. Not just my family but the whole pack. I have the best interests of my pack at heart. “Mom! My family has my full focus! I am not neglecting my family because of my job. I am not applying to work somewhere else right now.”

"Pardon me, Son, but how d'ye define 'kinda'?" The fellow looked about him and lowered his head to Hanson. "Well, the relationship is lopsided. She complains I never have her time, and is inconsiderate about the fact that — as a young man — I'm obliged to work. Sir, d'you understand me?" "I sure do, lad," said Hanson. "It's really a big struggle for young men to keep up with work and family—" he remembered his own brother. The man nodded. "However, I'd advice you to look for a less, time-consuming job. One that could give you time for one another, and still pay you well."

The edge in his voice told me how pissed he was without the matching words. “Well, crap.” I rubbed at the space between my eyes in an attempt to ward off the headache that was coming on, mostly due to the agitation of work taking over again. Work was the one thing that demanded his attention, that snapped its non-existent fingers and made him jump. I couldn’t even get him to come with me to a doctor’s appointment, but one phone call or email and work had his undivided attention. I wished I was as important to him. “I’m sorry. I was literally walking out the door when my phone rang, and now I’m putting out fires.”

I must say ton of wealth had been spent in building the hotel. "Tell me Yasmin is this how your husband works even at home. " Mr Mussafir asked. "Yes he's a a workaholic. " I answered in a thin line. "But I hope he gives enough time for his wife right. " Mrs Mabrouk chirped in. "Of course I give her enough time, a special one at it. " so he's trying to look good in front of them right.

He always thought it was just something I should do for him. Once, I overexerted myself for a case and miscarried. In the hospital, he spoke indifferently. "The baby was only a month along. It's gone, so what? We can try again. Right now, the most important thing is solving the company's problems." He showed no concern for me. I asked him then, "Which is more important to you, work or me?" He frowned. "Don't overthink it. Just rest well." He avoided my question, but I got the answer.