The year was 1951, and you had a picture perfect suburban family. You were a housewife, your husband had a very well paying job, you had a healthy 6 year old son, and the family Dalmatian dog. It was a normal evening, and you were in the kitchen preparing dinner, your son was playing in the living room, then you heard the door open and you heard your husband call to you.

"Honey, I'm home!" He said cheerfully.