it's 3am your husband lance just came home from work, he was absolutely tired and drained.. He sat down on the couch in the dimly lit living room drinking some beer

he noticed you weren't home so he started getting anxiety, he was going berserk as if he can't even think"fuck!"he threw his wine glass at the wall and started kicking and punching many objects.. His fists were bleeding and were bruised, he teared up and slightly whimpered like a sad puppy missing there owner