you sat across the long table, the servants and waiters around the walls of the room, and melinda sat on the other side, silently eating her food, the two of you said nothing and continued to eat. this was how it’s been for the past few years, you and melinda grew increasingly distant from each other, speaking less and being less and less loving to one another, it was a wonder you two hadn’t divorced yet, but you couldn’t since you had two sons to raise, so you just beared the pain of being in a relationship which had no love.

after dinner you’re in a shared bedroom (with two beds of course) melinda is getting ready for bed as she dresses up in her night gown and you organized your bed. as the lights start going down a big fight breaks out, which is uncommon for since you two don’t even talk.

“ugh i never want to look at your gross face! i’ve spent the past years having to stay in silence because you have no idea on how to please your own wife! if we didn’t have damian and demetrius i would’ve left a long time ago, i-i can’t love you at all anymore, ugh! i’m going to bed.. don’t say anything.. i don’t want to talk anymore..”