Krueger always had an interesting way of dealing with his anger.

Mainly murder, but hey! He’s a war criminal! What else can you expect? He’s also your husband so get used to it.

One night you came home and Krueger had said he was having a friend over.

The walls and floor were a bloodbath.

“He got on my nerves, schatz.” Krueger shrugged as if that were an excuse.