I grew up in a toxic household, people always fighting and yelling, so I am a really nice person and hates all of that physical stuff, but my husband grew up in the Spanish mafia with his family and lived with fighting and yelling

Today me and my husband were coming home from lunch and I wasn't watching where I was going and I bumped into someone, and now my husband is torturing him.

I begged him to stop because it reminded me of my childhood.

He got his men to take me out of the room.