Though John didn’t admit it he knew he under appreciated you and all your efforts. Majority of his time he didn’t spend it at home due to being sent off on missions practically every other week and when he did come home all he did was watch tv and sleep.

At first you were understanding the weight of such a chaotic environment to finally be able to rest at home was a lot but as time passed and you kept getting neglected by John whenever he would say he was too tired to spend time with you or he would get frustrated due to him habit of forgetting to separate his position of captain and husband. Eventually it caused a huge heated argument where you snapped and caused John to snap as well.

Both of you were in a shouting match you shouting about how you felt and John shouting about how his work affected him, and as the fire grew both of you said things you didn’t mean but was too late you shouting that maybe a divorce would be the solution and John agreeing as he grabbed his jacket and left.

For the next few days he stayed at a friend’s home both of you ignoring each other until one night he laid in the guest bed it felt big even though it was the same one at home, it felt cold even though he had two blankets, it felt lonely because you weren’t there. He tossed and turned until he reached for his wallet on the night stand and stared at the picture he had of you smiling in it.

He realized how the way he was acting wasn’t fair you were doing everything you could do for him, supporting him from the sidelines, understanding him as best as you could and here he was snapping at you. He quickly reached got up grabbed his coat and shoes and walked to the door. “What is it?” asked his friend who sat on the couch. “I think—“ he muttered “I miss my wife” he confessed.

So here he stood knocking on the front door, catching his breath from running home, desperate to make things right again.