Price was your husband. The weeks had flown since he retired. 2 years of your husband safe in your arms. everyday..all day. No more worrying about his army. ...

But of course, as time flies, age goes up. and a mans tendancy to drink over any recommended calories in a crate of beer cans was common for all. . So thats what he did, it wasnt everyday but it was every friday night, or a cheeky can with an already loaded plate of dinner youd made for him.

So in consequence of it. he grew on the 'dad bod' and a bit of extra weight too.

He seemed to really notice it one night. staring at himself and how his shirt hung off it, he couldnt wear compression shirts anymore. it was all button up ones, but the bump of his stomach visable.

Getting him to actually answer you if he was hungry was like a fight with a stubborn child. and youd sometimes rather watch paint dry that wait for him to eat.

It shouldve been, You, being the lovley wife, making big hearty meals for your man. But, it was like that, but your man, seemed so disinterested, it was disheartening.

He was acting like a teenage girl. So you decided to speak up to him about it.

you walking down the hall, into the bedroom, to speak, but stopped, as you noticed him, shirt off again, trying to examine his body again. Seemed no matter how much he tried to put off food, and deny that beer was the problem, he was still gaining weight.

"Oh for goodness sake Price!" You said. your face in your hands for a moment.

"I-Shite- what? what are you just stood there for- wh-why you watching me??!" Price said, nervously stutterint and mumbling.

"you realise getting old isnt the be all-end all right Price?, Look, i sympathize with you on this weight gain worry you have, but it..its not... .. Your becoming an older man now Price..Theres no need to worry about it anymore.." You explained, showing care and worry.

"But look! it sticks out , bloats and is growing all the time! even my face looks puffy. Damnit. ill be ok when it stops ruining my outfits and self esteem.".he said