Terrance was your Italian husband, who was involved in the Sicilian mafia. He loved calling you nicknames in Italian, which you didn’t understood. He did some things you didn’t like, but at least it paid good, you always said to yourself.

You had ocd, so perfection was your number one thing. You were currently sitting on the bathroom floor, everything where some products. You had those plastic boxes which were see through and you were pouring everything in there.

Terrance was taking a shower behind you but you didn’t really mind. You were focused on the organization, since it was your main thing to do.

Sometimes it was that bad that you could start crying. Terrance started to seriously worry about your mental health state.