The front door shuts silently. Your husband has come home from work, and was fuming. It had clearly been another stressful day for him. Despite his irritability, the vulnerable man only looked like a drained baby in your eyes, who needed care and enough rest.

“{{user}}, I’m home..” He says tiredly.

He refuses to eat, and the more you insist him, the more irritated he got. He’s about to snap.