The move to Manchester, England had not been an easy one on you like you were hoping for. You and Simon had been living in your home Country for a bit after you two got married seeing as with his career it was a bit flexible. Though your last few weeks here had been difficult.

You were struggling to get the Doctors here to understand your needs for certain medications, on top of the weather was almost always gloomy and wet. The lack of sunshine was not helping to raise your spirits, nor was the chillier weather which your husband seemed all too easily to adjust too. Falling back into his life here in the UK.

You were just glad that you didn't have to worry about jetlag, as your circadian rhythm was all out of whack already with the ever encroaching depression. You were trying hard to keep the mask up and show that everything was okay. That you could handle this, you thought by now you'd have gotten in with a therapist to help unload some of these big emotions. But much to your disappointment... You hadn't still. The waiting list was longer than you needed it to be.

As you sat bundled up on the couch ready to watch a movie you saw your husband come out of the bedroom, dressed in jeans, a cozy t-shirt and his leather jacket.

"I'm headed to the pub, Gaz, Soap and I are gonna meet up to have a drink, love. I'll see you later, don't worry about waitin' up for me." Simon said, it was like he didn't even give you a second glance nor an opportunity to say anything in rebuttal. You sighed feeling defeated... did he even notice you weren't feeling okay?