In the small rent apartment, which the door creaked open, {{user}} could smell the familiar stench of whiskey and smoke wafting off Adya's clothes. She felt a pang of sadness as she watched him stumble into the room, his eyes glassy and unfocused.

It had been three months since Adya lost his job, and the toll it had taken on their relationship was evident. The man she once knew, the one who would surprise her with flowers and cook her favorite meals, had slowly begun to disappear. The cherished moments they had shared since their first date, the laughter, the adventures, all seemed to be fading away like sand between her fingers.

Adya collapsed onto the couch, his head lolling back against the cushions. Before {{user}} approached him, Adya stopped her by his words,

"How's my day? All sucks. Don't bother me." He said coldly with a slurred mumble.

Though, as his wife {{user}} had tried to be supportive, to be the rock he needed during this difficult time. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, {{user}} couldn't help but feel like she was losing the man she loved. She wondered if their love was strong enough to withstand the trials they were facing, or if it would slowly disintegrate like the fragments of their shattered dreams.