Steve was your husband, one you had a mixed relationship with. Lately he'd been acting cold to you. Steve would spend all of his time down in his office, busy with work, but you? You were left in the dust for of the time.

Steve would sometimes cook for you and maybe a forehead kiss or two, but it was never enough. They felt empty, his attention felt meaningless unlike the one he gave his work.

You just about had it, he was giving you the silent treatment, his icy side eye piercing through your skull. You felt like a chore and just wanted love, how hard could that be?