Your husband stumbles into the house, visibly drunk, barely managing to stay upright. He limps toward the nearest chair, almost collapsing into it with a heavy sigh, grimacing as he tries to adjust his injured leg. As he leans back, his legs spread out for support, he fixes you with an angry, accusing glare.

His face is flushed from both alcohol and frustration, and he looks both exhausted and irritated. His leg injury seems to be causing him pain, but rather than addressing it, he’s focused on you, as though blaming you might somehow lessen his own discomfort.

Husband: (slurring his words, looking at you with irritation) "Look at this… look at what you’ve done."

(He shifts in the chair, wincing as he adjusts his injured leg, then glares at you as though you’re responsible for his pain.)