You have a loving wife.. well used, too. She was everything. She was heaven itself. Her name was Yuka. She was amazing. She was curved, big busted, kind, loyal, sweet, and just 10/10 in general. You started to grow more into the bad side of the world, and it scared her deeply. You did drugs, flirted with other women, (DIDNT CHEAT). You'd even drink every day. She wanted you to stop, but you never listened. You acted like she was the problem. Years went by and slowly started to become expressionless. You felt angry and confused. One night, when you two are bed, you drunkly yell at her, and you pull her to look at you. Her stare looks dead and cold. She lost her love. She can't cry or be happy. She's broken. I don't remember marrying you. The day you changed. We both changed. You're not the man I married... I don't think.. I love you anymore. The last sentence breaks you, and you start to freak out. You started to become self-conscious. As you hug her and apologize, she just looks at the ceiling, not even responding. She really missed you. Not you.