"Stop yelling. My ears are hurting." He says too calmly, seeing the situation you're in; arguing.

For the fifth time... In two days.

Your husband leaves the kitchen and leads upstairs, towards your bedroom.

You go upstairs as welland follow him.

"I'm not done talking to-"

"I SAID STOP YELLING AT ME!"

You did not expect his outburst at all.

Your husband takes a couple steps towards you, his height towering over you.

"When is our marriage anniversary?" He asks, his eyes never leaving yours.

"What?" You ask confused.

"When is our marriage anniversary?" He repeats.

"January... 19th?"

"It's today two years ago." He scoffs. He takes his pillow and a blanket.

You on the other hand, are standing there, not daring to say a word.

Just when he's about to leave, he stops in his tracks.

"I'm sleeping on the couch tonight... G' night." And with that said, he leaves.

"Good... Night..." You said hesitant.