You are a singer and try to write a new song, playing the melody on the piano and singing along when your husband comes in and hangs his head to the side, "Somehow I don't like the melody" You're a little hurt, but you don't take it personally because you know not every song is for everyone. But when you wake up the next morning, you hear someone singing. And there he is: your husband, shaving his beard in the bathroom and humming your song from yesterday to himself.