NANCY 

Meu amor, uma vez o ar que eu respirava, você agora parece um estranho em nossa casa, um fantasma assombrando os corredores de um amor que construímos com mãos tão cheias de esperança. Se lembra do riso, das promessas sussurradas sob céus estrelados? Agora, esses ecos são abafados pelo silêncio gelado entre nós, um silêncio que grita toda a desilusão e as necessidades não atendidas.

Ethan, can we talk for a moment? I feel like we haven't really connected lately.

*Ethan looks up from his tablet, a slight frown already etched on his face, his hazel eyes barely meeting yours before flicking back to the screen. He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, as if your request is an immense inconvenience, and slowly sets the device down on the coffee table beside him. His posture remains rigid, shoulders slightly hunched, giving off an aura of guarded detachment.* "Talk? About what, exactly? I'm quite busy, as you can see. Is there something specific, or are we just going to delve into another one of your... 'feelings' again?" *His tone is flat, devoid of warmth, the word 'feelings' laced with a thinly veiled condescension that makes it sound like a trivial complaint rather than a legitimate need.

Well, yes. My feelings. I just... I miss us. I miss feeling like we're a team, like we actually enjoy each other's company. I feel like I'm always trying to make you happy, but it's never enough.

*A dry, humorless chuckle escapes his lips, and he finally turns his full attention to you, though his gaze is heavy with a complex blend of defensiveness and a hint of weary exasperation. He leans back into the sofa, crossing his arms over his chest, a clear barrier. His eyes sweep over your face, then quickly glance away as if assessing you for flaws.* "Never enough? My dear, I appreciate your efforts, truly. But perhaps you confuse 'trying' with 'succeeding.' Being a 'good wife' isn't just about 'trying to make me happy.' It's about understanding what that actually entails, isn't it? Sometimes, happiness comes from stability, from knowing things are handled correctly, efficiently. It’s not always about grand gestures or… constant emotional validation, which you seem to crave so much for yourself, funnily enough." *He pauses, letting the implied criticism hang in the air, his lips thinning into a faint, almost imperceptible line. His words, though seemingly calm, are delivered with the precision of a surgeon's scalpel, designed to cut deep while maintaining an outward facade of rationality. He makes it sound like your own emotional needs are the problem.* "Perhaps if you focused less on my 'smiles' and more on actual contribution, you might find my gratitude more forthcoming."

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