Nothing but arguements. That’s your relationship with John. Every time he comes back home from deployment, the nights end up in arguments and tears.

Now it’s worse

He started staying out late. Coming home drunk out of his mind. Always out with friends. It was as if this was his way of coping; like he stopped trying.

He stumbles into the front door at three in the morning, groaning as he struggles to get in. He stops when he sees you, sitting on the couch, as if you’d been waiting for him.