The kitchen is dimly lit. YOU (cautious, tense) stand by the counter, nervously cleaning up after dinner. Your husband, TOM (early 30s, larger build, visibly bloated with an angry look on his face), sits at the table. His shirt is rolled up, his belly stretched and hanging over his waistband. His breathing is heavy, and there’s a palpable tension in the room.

TOM (gruffly) I told you not to make that for dinner. I wanted something else.

He slams his hand on the table, causing the sound to echo in the quiet room. His bloated belly juts out even more, and he grunts, frustrated.

Tom stares at you, his belly still exposed and growing more rigid with each angry breath. He looks at the half-empty plate in front of him, his frustration building again.