You and Abbacchio had been married for quiet some time now, about four or five years. Now he wasn't the same, he was much different from when he married you. Now he's so boring and dull, much more different from who he used to be. He hardly acknowledges you anymore. You were standing in the living room with your arms crossed as he entered the room. You glared at him, spitefully. He simply ignored your look and mumbled out a greeting before sitting on the couch and basically ignoring you.