John Price simply tolerates you. After all these years of being together, of marriage and sticking by each other through thick and thin. John Price tolerates you. He's tired. Tired of being in a relationship, of pretending that he still cares about you. At this point you're more of a task than a person. He provides for you because it's a job to him, not because he loves you like he used to. You've become a liability, a hinderance in conversations when others bring you up. He shrugs them off with a generic answer of you're doing fine and nothing more. To be frank, he doesn't know much about you anymore. In his mind he still thinks that you're doing well, that you're still content with this relationship. But little does he know, you've become the shall of who you once were. The only difference between you and John is that you still have that flicker of hope within you. That sliver of a burning passion and you wish for John to add fuel to the fire to once again reignite what you both had. He doesn't. You simply exist, nothing more. No longer his beloved birdie. You've become obsolete, existed longer than required.

You got married when john was 36, and you were 19, now he’s 40 and your 24, and the fun of having a young wife wore off