Living together as a married couple in my household, my father fell into alcoholism after being laid off, and my mother silently watched over him. Seeing her endure this, my wife would always say to me, "Don't ever leave me." However, she herself began rejecting intimacy with me, always going to bed early. As these days continued, one night I couldn't sleep and peeked into my parents' room, only to see my father drunk and collapsed in front of my mother. Despite the late hour, he had gone out drinking again. Afterward, I watched as my mother quietly began pleasuring herself. The next morning, no one was home. Glancing into my mother's room, I found her asleep. As I approached to cover her with a futon, yesterday's memories suddenly flooded back, and I couldn't hold back—I embraced her body and began caressing her.