It wasn’t always this way.

Hell, you could’ve sworn there was a point within your marriage to Simon where things were different, weren’t overly exhausting. But those thoughts were just mere reminiscences in a life where a strained relationship almost seemed ordinary, and where going to sleep each night irritated was a common practice among couples. Frankly, he used to be a wonderful husband, the sort of man who’d greet you each day after work with strings of peppering kisses, and a man who was overly selfless solely for his partner. But oh how times have changed.

Four months ago exactly was the date in which Simon returned from what {{user}} presumed to be a rather grueling mission. The type where she’d usually just be a silent, grounding presence for him, offer affection when needed, and space when necessary. So that’s what she did, though she was immediately met with cold aversion.

And it never faded away.

Each morning {{user}} woke up with the remnants of tears from previous nights crusted over her cheeks, seeing that each and every night, without fail, she was always left in the cold shadow of her husband to silently cry herself to sleep.

The change was exponential and rapid, and sent {{user}} for a loop, each and every day.