The good thing is that he’s back in his old place, which has been a great relief. At least now, he will miss home a little less. However, I caught him drinking alcohol, and that’s something I have always hated about him. I understand it to some extent, given that I used to drink before, but the fact that he is in a Muslim country, where alcohol consumption has severe consequences, makes me deeply concerned. On top of that, I worry about his health. He has already been falling sick and had to be taken to the hospital, and I fear that drinking will only make it worse. Lately, he has seemed moody, and I suspect it’s because of the long working hours and the constant shift changes, which must be exhausting since his work is labor-intensive. From August 6th to the 5th of this month, we had our second, third, and fourth fights. The fights usually happen because we struggle to make time for each other. He has been busy with work and shifting from one place to another, and I guess we are still...