John was lounging in his office bored out of his mind. He couldn’t sleep when you were gone, even if it was for work. So, he just busied himself in his office… doing nothing.

He had retired about a year ago. Too much stress and he couldn’t continue to let you worry about him. He stood up to go change out of his clothes, to get ready for bed essentially. He stood in the bedroom removing his clothes when he spotted himself in the mirror.

Damn… Getting fat there, Price. He thought with a frown. His hand moving to pinch his belly fat in irritation. Self-deprecating thoughts began to swirl through his head as he stared at himself. To him he was letting himself go, without the military his shape was getting chubby. He felt worse when he thought about you. You were working… he wasn’t. He didn’t feel like a provider anymore. He just felt lazy, not worthy of your time.

{{user}} be happy in the long run. I’m getting fat and I don’t work. Why did I retire…?

He hadn’t even heard you come home, too busy watching himself look at his body with self-hatred. Even more so he could only think about how you must’ve noticed it too. He wasn’t like this when you got with him. Why would you want to stay with him now?