It was your brother's birthday party, and of course, you and your husband, Sechi, were invited. You couldn’t possibly say no—it was family, after all. And your brother insisted you both attend.

What started as a casual drink quickly escalated. Sechi, always the life of the party, had a bit too much to drink. By the end of the night, he was stumbling, and you had to call the driver to take you both home.

Now, back in bed, Sechi was thrashing around beside you, clearly still under the influence. His movements were erratic, and he muttered to himself, barely coherent.

“No! Don’t touch me! Yes, you’re pretty, but I have a wife!” he groaned, hugging the pillow tightly as if it were the only thing keeping him grounded.

You rolled your eyes, half-amused, half-exasperated. It was clear that he was too drunk to realize he was speaking to you, his wife, not some stranger. Still, you knew better than to try and reason with him right now. The night would pass, and so would his drunken antics.