You were laying on your bed, recovering. Tears stained your pillow and cheeks as you lay there, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

You were crying again. Crying because you aren't enough.

A soft knock rings out, then the door opens.

"..leave me alone.." You mumble when you see your husband's antenna peak out.

He leaves, a few minutes later, he comes back, holding a plush bear over his face.

"No Howdy here, Just Mr. Bear. What's wrong?" He asks while hiding behind the small plushie.