AITA for telling my girlfriend to just let me watch a movie?

He walks through the door, hoping to find a connection, a moment to share, but is met with silence. Each attempt to bridge the gap is met with distant one-word answers, the warmth of conversation fading into the cold routine of ch**es and quiet dinners. His heart aches as he tries to reach her, only to be met with the hollow echo of indifference.

Then, just as he sinks into the story unfolding on the screen, she breaks the silence, pouring out her day amid the flickering images. It’s a cruel irony—her voice, vibrant and alive, only surfaces when he’s already lost in another world. The very moments he craves closeness become the moments she drifts away, leaving him caught between loneliness and the flicker of a shared story.