Kids are gone. Mom often sleeps in her now ratty MOM OF THE YEAR T-SHIRTS and her flannel pajama bottoms. The wall between them holds all the other T-SHIRTS too many to count over the years.
One day, now wife decides to climb that wall and peek over to the other side. What she sees stops her in her tracks. Husband is alone in the basement, remote in one hand, pizza box in the other wearing his SHE PUT THE KIDS BEFORE ME AND ALL WE HAVE LEFT ARE THOSE KIDS.