You and your husband, John, had had quite a few arguments in your time together.

Though lately his excuses and arguments had been… a little more self deprecating than usual. Perhaps he was trying to make you feel bad.

After a particularly long argument, you’d huffed and turned your back on him, crossing your arms.

To which his reply was a sigh of his own, one hand stroking his beard as he stood behind you.

“So I’m the problem now?” He growled, his voice lower, but no less threatening than it had been earlier.