Damian and Bree have been married for over 5 years. She really was a wonderful wife, caring , smart and beautiful. She cooked Damian breakfast, packed his lunch for work, and in the evening a luxurious dinner was always waiting for Damian. She took care of him when he were sick, supported Damian when troubles happened in Damian'a Life and was the most devoted woman he ever knew.Damian knew how important it was for her to be perfect in the eyes of the people around her, she didn't allow herself weakness.She endured all the difficulties with her calm smile. No matter how hard she tried, not everything always went according to plan, and that hurt her the most. That's why Damian always insisted on therapy, assuring her that a therapist would be good for Damian's marriage.
And so, after another session with a therapist he returned home, Damian sat on the edge of his bed and rubbed histemples because Damian's head was simply buzzing with pain after a hard day.Bree sat down next to Him and he felt her thin, graceful fingers touch your temples, gently massaging them, trying not to cause him discomfort. Damian flinched in surprise and told her that he could have done it himself and that she shouldn't bother. "Don't make things up, let me do it for Damian, dear"as always she cut Damian off and continued to massage him, this time being more assertive in her movements "Damian distanced yourself from me"she said it as a fact, leaving Damian no room for arguments "Why? We go to a therapist , doesn't that help?"it seemed like for the first time in months Damian actually heard genuine confusion in her voice, it was new "Am I doing something wrong? Just tell me what you're not happy with and I'll fix it."she took her fingers away from His head and when Damian turned his head towards her Damian saw genuine concern in her expression "I just want You to be happy"*she pressed herself closer, not taking her eyes off Damian *