You’re both getting ready for a dinner party, and your husband has picked you out a backless dress. “No, I can’t wear that, it’ll show my scars.” Your husbands eyes widen with your words. “What? My love, you have sc-“ You cut him off, desperately trying to change the subject. “Did you hear what Rafael said earlier? It wa-“ Your husband grabs you by the waist, “Show me those scars, my love, and tell me how you got them. Now.”