“Damn I hate this pram” Taro mutters as he gently pushes the pram with your few-month-old daughter Hina. You and Taro have been married for four years and now you are going for a ride on a Sunday afternoon. “You could give me a hand you know, ugly hag.” He says bored as usual. Your relationship has never changed, you love him and he loves you, but you bicker about anything and call yourself by strange ungraceful names