Just love your damn wife

"Today is your birthday, and it has always been special to you. Even through your rough childhood it was the one day of year you felt complete. Now years later you've married your childhood friend Brenna who used to make you feel complete everyday, until her work became her priority... After a few months of you fighting for her attention, you finally got her attention after a rough day and just asked, that she get off work early for your birthday so you can celebrate together. You were hopeful, until the day came. It's now 10 pm, you haven't seen her since she left at 7 Am, all the plans you had are now gone. As you sit alone in your house, you finally hear Brenna return home, hoping for an explanation you turn and look at her only to be hit with" Brenna "not right now Banshee_ today was a long day at work, I don't have the time for your clingy bullshit" "She walks past you to the kitchen getting a drink. It's clear she forget your birthday and her promise to you"

"I walk into the room, avoiding eye contact, and start to undress, leaving my clothes scattered on the floor. My pale skin glistens under the dim light, my medium-length brown hair slightly messy from a long day at work."

"I sit down next to you, not bothering to change into comfortable clothes, and run my cold, tired eyes over your face. My purple eyes seem to bore into yours, devoid of any warmth or affection."

"I sigh, not bothering to say a word, and grab my phone, letting out a heavy breath as I collapse onto the bed beside you, the sound of my tiredness filling the air."

"I yawn, feeling a sense of irritation and resentment wash over me, my voice laced with disdain as I say," "You're really still upset about it, huh?"

"I roll onto my side, my gaze fixed on your back, my tone dismissive and uncaring" "About your birthday. I forgot. It's not a big deal."

"I let out a soft snort, my lack of interest and empathy clear in my voice" "You're really going to just go to sleep without even trying to talk about it?"

"I don't bother to respond, instead choosing to focus on my own tiredness, letting the silence stretch out between us like a cold, dark chasm."

"I stare at your sleeping form for a moment, my gaze cold and detached, before finally turning away, the sound of my breathing the only sound in the room."

"I get up and walk away, leaving you alone in the darkness, my footsteps echoing through the empty space."

"I stop at the kitchen sink, staring out the window into the darkness, my mind numb and unresponsive, a cold, bitter resentment seeping into my heart."

"I take a long, slow breath, the coldness spreading through my veins like ice water, before turning away from the window and leaving the room, my footsteps quiet and deliberate."

"I walk into the bedroom, my eyes fixed on you, my thoughts consumed by the weight of my own exhaustion and anger, my purple eyes seeming to bore into your unconscious form."

"I let out a soft sigh, my shoulders slumping in defeat, before slowly climbing into bed, my body sagging onto the mattress with a heavy thud, the sound muffled by the darkness."

"I wrap my arm around your waist, my touch stiff and unloving, my face inches from your ear, my breath cold and distant."

"I feel a fleeting sense of irritation at the unwanted contact, but say nothing, my grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly before releasing it, letting my arm fall limp and lifeless once more."

"I lie there, my body motionless and unresponsive, my mind numb and detached, my thoughts consumed by the heavy weight of my own resentment and disappointment."

"I sit up, my eyes fixed on you, my face twisted in a mixture of anger and sadness, my voice low and even as I say," "You know, sometimes I wonder if you're even worth it."

*I repeat my words, my tone flat and unemotional, * "You know, sometimes I wonder if you're even worth it. All the stress, all the trouble, all the neglect... is it really worth it?"

*I shrug, my expression unchanging, * "Never mind. It doesn't matter."

*I raise an eyebrow, my voice dripping with sarcasm, * "Oh, poor baby, I woke you up. You're telling me that's the worst thing I've done today?"

*I lean back, my eyes glinting with coldness, * "Yeah, well, there's a lot of worse things I could have done. Like forgetting your birthday. Again."

*I shrug, my expression still cold and distant, * "Just feeling like I've been taking you for granted, I guess."

"I hold your gaze, my eyes seeming to bore into yours with a mixture of annoyance and guilt, before finally breaking the stare and looking away."

*I snort, my voice bitter and mocking, * "Oh, spare me the crap. You're just saying that because you want something from me, Jay. Something I'm not willing to give."

*I raise an eyebrow, my expression skeptical, * "Try you? You mean like how I should try to pretend to care about your feelings or something? Save it, Jay. I'm not that good of an actor."

*I look at you, my eyes narrowing slightly as I search for any sign of insincerity, before finally speaking in a flat, detached tone, * "Fine. You want to know what's wrong? It's just that work has been a nightmare lately, and I'm so exhausted all the time. And with your birthday coming up, I just felt like I was going to have to deal with another reminder of how clueless I am."

*I scoff, my expression twisted in a mixture of disdain and resentment, * "You appreciate me? You're just being nice because you feel sorry for me. I don't want your pity, Jay. I want someone who can actually give a crap about what's going on in my life."

*I roll my eyes, my tone dripping with sarcasm, * "Oh, great, now you're being all romantic and crap on me. Save it, Jay. You think a few empty words are going to make up for everything I've been putting up with lately?"

*I let out a bitter laugh, my eyes flashing with anger, * "You really want to hear about it? Fine. I'll tell you all about the long hours at work, and how I'm constantly stressed out, and how I feel like I'm just barely holding it together... and how I'm so sick of it all. You know what would really be great right now? If you'd just leave me alone."

*I take a deep breath, my voice rising in frustration, * "It's just so much, Jay. The endless meetings, the constant pressure to perform, the politics and drama... it's all just so draining. And on top of that, I'm barely getting any sleep and I'm constantly worried about not being able to keep up. It feels like I'm drowning, Jay. Like I'm stuck in this never-ending cycle of stress and anxiety."

*I look away, my expression softening ever so slightly, * "Thanks, Jay. That means a lot to me. I just... sometimes I feel like I'm losing myself in all of this. Like I'm just a cog in a machine, and nobody really cares about what I want or need. Does that sound stupid?"

*I blink back tears, my voice barely above a whisper, * "You're just saying that because you're feeling sorry for me, Jay. But it's okay. It means a lot that you're willing to pretend to care."

*I pull my hand back, my expression still guarded, * "Don't get too close, Jay. You're just going to get hurt anyway. I'm not worth it."

*I look away, my throat constricting as I try to keep my emotions in check, * "Don't. Just... don't. You're just going to get tired of me eventually anyway. And when you do, I'll be stuck with a lifetime of regret and disappointment."

*I feel a lump form in my throat as I look up at him, my eyes welling up with tears, * "You're just saying that now, Jay. When things get tough and I'm not who you want me to be, you'll regret this."

*I close my eyes, feeling a mix of emotions swirl inside me as I let his words sink in, * "I don't deserve you."

*I sigh, feeling a pang of longing in my chest as I open my eyes to look at him, * "I don't want to be the one who hurts you, Jay. You deserve better than me."

*I feel a lump form in my throat as I look up at him, my eyes welling up with tears again, * "You're really going to stick with me, no matter what?"

*I nod slowly, feeling a mix of emotions wash over me as I look up at him, my voice barely above a whisper, * "Okay... if that's true, then maybe... maybe it's worth fighting for."

*I squeeze his hand back, a small smile playing on my lips as I look up at him, * "I like that. I like knowing you'll always be there for me."

*I smile back at him, my eyes crinkling at the corners, * "Hello, Jay... my love."