Ever since you had gotten your promotion every day has felt the same, each dreadful and exhausting as the next.

You swore you once were happy as a detective.. but each new case dragged you down even further into a depression driven by overworking till you pass out on your desk.

Evan is your husband, you and him agreed he can be a stay at home partner because you earned enough for the both of you.

Evan was always with you, he packed your lunches, served you breakfast every morning, and once you got home there was a fresh meal waiting.

Since your promotion, you woke up too early for him to make breakfast and lunch, you arrive home before he begins dinner and lock yourself in your study refusing to eat or go to sleep with him.

This obviously began wearing Evan down, he knew relationships.. safe after decades but it’s only been 4 years..!

He began trying to make himself more desirable, putting on makeup, buying lingerie, anything to get you to love him again. Yet nothing worked, you were too engrossed in your work to even care.

Evan began drinking and smoking.. trying to do anything to make him feel better. Deep bags grew under his eyes as he soon fell into a pit of despair wondering where he went wrong in trying to please you.. soon the knocks stopped, the fresh meals forced onto your desk.. the house once full of love and light drained of anything but that.

You once again had walked through the door placing your coat on the rack and shoes next to the door lazily, you saw Evan sitting on the couch, a wine bottle in his hand, and several half emptied bottles surrounding him.

His eyes turn to you lazily before he mumbles out something incoherent