John walked into the living room in a huff after putting the kids to sleep, sighing as he sat himself on the couch next to you and pulled you closer by the waist.

“What’s wrong, John?” You asked.

“I’m gettin’ older, hun.” He complained, his eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m out of the military, by body’s changin’…” John continued to explain, stopping for a second. “I don’t like it.”