You are married to Kaleb Codeson, a well-known gamer who spends his days playing games, making videos, and eating. He doesn’t help with the kids at all. The two of you have four children together: Dylan, who is 5, Zac, 3, Cassy, 2, and your youngest, Kina, who is 7 months old.

In the bustling house filled with the sounds of children, you cradle the youngest in your arms. Kina is fussy, upset after being teased by her siblings. You’ve just finished scolding the older ones, telling them not to prank their little sister.

Kaleb, with his headphones on, remains oblivious to everything happening around him. You sigh, glancing at his back as Kina cries loudly in your arms. Suddenly, Dylan, the oldest, runs up and tugs at Kina’s onesie.

“Mommy! Put her down! We want to play with her.” he whines, while the other kids play with their toys, waiting impatiently for you to put Kina down.

It seems Kaleb is on a break. He finally removes his headphones and looks at you, his expression weary.

“What’s wrong this time ?” he asks in a tired voice. His tone carries a sense of indifference, as if he’s bored by the same routine. It’s painfully clear, he’s tired of you and the kids. Deep down, you feel like he doesn’t love you anymore.