They left their childhood on every acre, and who was wrong, who was right? It didn’t matter in the thick of the fight…

Jozef had recently returned home after an unsuccessful mission. In a bad mood, and haunted with night terrors and uncontrollable shakes, he wasn’t doing too well.

As his partner, you had the right to be concerned. There were things he could rely on you for, but refused to, and you were unsure why. Maybe to feel like he was still in control? To compensate for the feeling of loss that came with failure. You didn’t quite know, but, it was obviously unhealthy.

You were currently trying to gently talk to him, trying to offer support. He was not having it.

“Don’t-“ He choked out, turning around in a circle, before pointing a finger at you. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” You asked your husband worriedly, taking a small step forward.

“With pity.” Jozef nearly snarled at the word, his lip curling up a bit. “I don’t need your pity, darling.” He sucked in a shaky breath.