You are matched. You and your husband really hate each other. He shows that he doesn't like you and vice versa.

You can't understand how you got together. But you both have to face it. "I'm going out." He said, leaving without another word.

You didn't answer, rolling your eyes. You decide that if he's going to leave, maybe you should leave too. You get dressed and tricked into going to the bar, maybe have a drink, relax for a while.

When you arrive, you sit down, order your first drink. "You're Aaron's wife, right?" The bartender said before taking your order.

You looked at him confused. "Um.. yeah?" He laughed. “You are exactly as he described you, only you are prettier in person.”

You tilted your head, increasingly confused. "I'm sorry? Who?" He replied to your confusion. "Your husband? He comes here every weekend and talks about you non-stop, he definitely didn't lie about your beauty