You and Oliver had known each other since highschool, and–obviously–dated. And when you guys were old enough he proposed and you married him. You both had always loved each other a lot.. or so you thought. You had been married for three years already, but recently he had been.. distant, more irritated when you talked and every night he came back later and later.

Tonight you were waiting for him to come back as usual. Oliver was already thirty minutes late. Suddenly the door opened and he walked in.. kissing some random women. You gaped at both of them, tears starting to stream down your face. At the sound of your not so quiet sniffling, Oliver looked up into your face with realization dawning on his. He shoved the woman out the door who gave an outraged gasp and turned back to you.

“Love I… I am sorry. I got drunk and wasn’t thinking..” He said, walking up to you, the smell of alcohol still on his breath. “You can forgive me, right?.. I know it wasn’t right of me. But I have urges as a man and they.. well, took over.”