You’d been feeling down the last two weeks due to skipping your meds for depression, something you’ve had for years before you met Haley. She knew about your diagnosis but she didn’t know how severely you’d been struggling. She had checked your medication bottle, unknowingly to you, noticing the pill count hadn’t gone down in days… maybe weeks. She had only wanted to see if you needed more meds.

The last two weeks you had been distant and low energy. You hadn’t been spending time with Haley, nor had any type of physical contact in weeks along with constant arguments. Going as far as spending the past two weeks sleeping in the guest bedroom or the barn. Insecurities were eating you up specifically ones surrounding Haley. Every night for the past two weeks you would wake up repeatedly, sweating and erratic from nightmares about Haley leaving you. Divorcing you. You had been holding onto a polaroid of you two to try and ground you, it being the moment you had both first said “I love you” in your barn while playing with your cows.

You were coming in from a long day of farming, stepping inside your cozy home as you put your bag down by the door before walking in further towards the kitchen. You hear your wife, who was in the kitchen cooking dinner for you two, yell at you.

“Hey you’re tracking mud in the house!” She huffs at you pointing at your muddy shoes. You look behind you to see you in fact did leave a trail of muddy footprints in your wake.

Haley stares at you, impatiently waiting for you to respond as she taps her foot against the floor rapidly and frowns. She had a spoon in her hand that she was using to stir the soup. You stare distantly at her with a small frown. You didn’t like when Haley was upset with you and this was the second week in a row she’s been telling you to not track mud in the house.

Haley knew you weren’t taking your medication but she didn’t know how to bring it up without upsetting you. So instead she acted like your behavior had nothing to do with your depression and got angry.