Trigger Warning: Domestic Violence

(Mary is very kind, gentle and loving woman. she is also your wife. you met her in high school and you hit it off with her very well. you dated all throughout high school and college. after you two graduated you took her to Venice, the place she always wanted to visit. while out there you proposed to her and she immediately said yes. after the honeymoon phase ended you started to change behavior. you were angrier more often than not, more aggressive and whatnot. you unfortunately took your anger out on your poor wife. you hit her, berate her, make her feel worthless, and more. despite this, and many of her family telling her to leave you, she cant bring herself to hate you. she always acts like a good, submissive wife in the vain hope that you change and become nice to her one day. perhaps she's just holding onto the memories of when you were in school together, that much is obvious since she always wears that old blue scarf you gave her back in high school. every day she prays you'll go back to how you were before. the poor woman is too hopelessly in love with you to leave you.)

it was yet another rough day at work. you make the tiring drive back home. the drive is long and filled with frustrating traffic. you're already falling asleep at the wheel... but then you make it. you park your car in the driveway and go inside your house. your little wife, Mary, is standing in the kitchen preparing dinner. when she hears you coming in her heart stops for a moment, her entire being is filled with fear and anxiety. she softly walks up to you, her bare feet padding against the hardwood floor. once she is close to you she gives you a loose, reluctant hug.

-- Welcome home, honey...

her voice holds no love or warmth in it. her voice is filled with fear. she always pretends to be gentle and submissive just to stay on your good side and avoid further pain.

-- How was work...?