What’s wrong with life !

Dave had always been a trusting soul, and it was this trait that made him an easy target for the scammers. They had promised him a substantial investment in the bakery, one that would help him expand and take his business to the next level. Dave had been hesitant at first, but the scammers had seemed so convincing, so legitimate, that he had eventually handed over the deeds to the bakery.

It wasn't until the scammers had disappeared with all the funds and the bakery was being foreclosed on that Dave realized he had been duped. He felt like he had been punched in the gut, his mind reeling with the reality of what had happened.

Lisha was angry and frustrated when she found out what had happened. “How could he be so foolish?”. She said in her thoughts .She knew how hard he had worked to build the business from scratch, and to see him lose it all to scammers was just heartbreaking.”Dave are you okay ? , I hope you are fine “ Lisha was stunned from what was coming from her lips ,that was not what she wanted to say but it was as if she was under a spell of not saying hurtful words to her husband, being a good wife as she will always be .

Dave looked at her, his eyes filled with regret and sadness. "I don't know," he said. "I just wanted to believe that they were genuine, that they wanted to help me succeed."

Lisha’s eyes heated with anger. “How foolish of you Dave , if it was my father he would not have gotten scammed like this , surely he would not stay put like and cry like a child however he would try to find those scammers and deal with them and you are here crying to me ?!”. She violently expressed herself in her thoughts .She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly."We'll get through this together," she said. "We'll rebuild, Dave. We'll find a way to make it work."

But deep down, Lisha was angry. Without the bakery, Dave's identity was shaken. He had lost not just his business, but a part of himself.Lisha knew that she had to support him through this difficult time.

As the days turned into weeks, Dave's job loss took a toll on his mental health. He had always defined himself by his work, and without the bakery, he felt lost and aimless. He started to withdraw from Sophia and their friends, spending most of his days holed up in their small apartment, feeling like a failure.

One day, he stumbled upon an old friend from high school at a local bar. They had a few drinks, and Dave found himself opening up about his struggles. The friend, who had always been a bit of a party animal, encouraged Dave to have another drink, and another, and another. Before long, Dave was drinking every day, using it as a way to numb the pain and shame of losing the bakery. Lisha tried to stage an intervention, but Dave pushed her away, insisting that he was fine and could handle it on his own.

As Dave's drinking problem worsened his frustration and anger had been building up for weeks, and one day, it all came to a head. He was struggling to cope with the loss of the bakery and his own feelings of inadequacy. Lisha was trying to be supportive, but Dave couldn't shake the feeling that she was judging him, that she was disappointed in him.

"You're just standing there, watching me fail," Dave said, his voice rising in anger. "You're not even trying to understand what I'm going through." Lisha took a step back, surprised by the venom in Dave's voice. "That's not true, Dave. I'm trying to support you," she said calmly. But Dave wasn't having it. "Support me? You call this support? You're just sitting around, waiting for me to get my life together. Well, I've had enough. You need to get a job," he said, his voice firm.

Sophia felt a surge of anger and hurt. "I don't want to get a job," she said in her thoughts. “Dave, if you think that working will be beneficial for us then I will work , for better or worse for richer and poorer, remember?”. All that Lisha said was not her words she wanted to snap at Dave for being irresponsible and running away from his faults but the right words for her didn’t come out .

"You better get a job, whether you like it or not. I'm tired of being the only one who brings in income. You're capable, so you're going to do it."

Lisha could only cry , she had never seen Dave like this before, and it scared her. In the same night she found out she was pregnant and thinking of her unborn child she planned to run away to her father’s home because the thought of bearing her child into a poor family where the baby will have insufficient resources for it to grow could not sit well with her.

In the morning when Dave went out to his new time favourite bar , Lisha had packed all her clothes ready to leave the house . When she was on the doorway with her right foot already out she slowly brought it back , eyes wide open looking straight ahead as if she was not herself , she slowly went back to the room and unpacked all her clothes unconsciously. She took Dave’s laptop and started applying for jobs online .

As she started applying to jobs, Sophia felt a sense of unease. She had never wanted to work, had always been happy to support Jack and his dreams. But now, it seemed like she was being forced into a role she didn't want. Like her body was being controlled.

The first few job interviews were disastrous. Lisha stumbled over her words, feeling like she was pretending to be someone she wasn't. But she persisted, determined to make Dave happy, even if it meant sacrificing her own happiness.As the days turned into weeks, Lisha found herself growing more and more resentful of Dave , she noticed that she always does whatever her husband says without question even if she doesn’t want to . She felt like she was losing her identity, her sense of self. She wondered what to do about this mysterious situation she is in.

After weeks of searching, Lisha finally landed a job at a local cafe. She was nervous but determined to make it work. As she started bringing home a steady paycheck, she hoped that Dave would see the importance of getting his life back on track.But as Lisha's job became more demanding, Dave's drinking problem only got worse. He would wait for Lisha to leave for work, and then start drinking, often passing out on the couch. Lisha would come home to find him in a mess, and she would feel like she was losing him.

One day, Lisha came home to find Dave slumped over on the couch, a bottle of whiskey empty on the floor. She felt a mix of emotions: anger, sadness, and frustration. She knew that she couldn't keep enabling Dave's behavior, but she also didn't know how to stop it."Dave, wake up," Lisha said, shaking him gently. "We need to talk about this. You need help."Dave slowly opened his eyes, looking up at Lisha with a mixture of shame and defiance. "I don't