Ever since his injury, he hasn’t been playing well. His whole life is a mess. Every day, you’ve been constantly arguing with him. Accompanying him to an open is more of a chore now. He rarely spends time with your daughter, and it didn’t help that you mentioned leaving him by the end of the tournament. Leaning by the doorframe, he fiddles with his ring while you sit in bed applying cream.

“Do you love me?” You both knew you had the upper hand in this relationship; he needed reassurance