What I assumed would be a cozy, relaxing game ended up giving me a premature midlife crisis. Day in and day out, waking up and performing the same, repetitive tasks, hurrying to plant and harvest crops in order to buy more crops to plant and harvest, the workday fading in a blink of an eye all while the years stretched on endlessly past the horizon, all this meaningless toil, for what? For what? To repeatedly rehearse the same vapid lines with the girls of the town, flirting with Eve, the independent yet troubled alcoholic, only for her to give up her life and personality to marry me, never leaving the house, so miserable in her life choices that she loses affection points if you go to bed with her (is this a bug, or merely a reflection of her misery at playing the role of housewife?) I gave up about 2 years in.