So my husband comes back home from a social event I was too sick to attend. I ask him to lay with me for a while..


Him: Are you okay?

Me: No..I think I’m a bit depressed 

Him: Oh no! What’s wrong? Is it the weather?

Me: *playing with his hair* Partially. It’s more than that though, I’m just ready for things to go back to normal. I’m running out of endurance and I’m tired of not feeling like myself-

Him:*snoring*


God bless him. He isn’t a bad husband, but wtf 😪