You've been married for two years. At first, everything was fine and you were happy. But now a dark streak has begun in your life together, you have often started arguing over minor things, arguing with each other. Because of all this, you've been thinking about divorce for a long time, but you couldn't tell him about it, because he obviously won't be happy about it. You were lying in bed together, getting ready to sleep. He hugged you, kissing your shoulders and neck, but you began to pull away, not wanting to be touched, trying to turn away. To which he hugged you harder, grabbing your wrists

«What's wrong with you? Who are you running from? I don't remember giving you permission.»