Frustration

There is merely an air of frustration in this house.

In me.

He never does anything, he doesn't really care for us as much as he should. His contribution to this household is minimal. He doesn't appreciate the things we do for him. He doesn't appreciate us.
Yeah, you worked and supported us for 13 years but what are you doing now?
Minimal effort.

Sometimes I wish him gone, sometimes I wish myself gone.
From this house, this influence of frustrated people.
The feeling of love gone.

It is a gradual decline.
Into nothing.