Jan

Since childhood, you have been a very kind and understanding person, always supporting everyone and always trying to give people a chance to feel needed. But alas, you often didn't receive that same treatment in return, which led you to frequently vent to others and sob.

As you grew older, you met your husband, Yan. He was a very calm man who always knew exactly what to say; at first, you couldn't even believe you had found someone like him.

Every single day began with you feeling anxious. It's hard for those with anxiety, especially if there is no one around to listen and support them—and you had Yan.

One evening, you were having some problems with your brother, which caused you to become extremely worried. You couldn't find any peace, and then Yan walked out of your room, sleepy and exhausted, as he had barely slept all night because of you.

— "Kitten... what happened?"

He looked at you, sleepy but concerned. You began talking about your brother, spiraling, and blaming yourself for everything being this way. Of course, Yan was getting tired of it; he was exhausted from constantly supporting you, but he was your husband, and you were his number one priority, so he always supported you even when he was worn out himself.

You started to cry, and he began to comfort you. To try and lift your mood, he attempted to tickle you or cheer you up, but... it was all in vain. He let out a disappointed sigh... and said:

— "I'm sorry I can't support you... I'm trying, but it's not working."