You haven't had a job in a little over a year, as your husband, Devon, insisted that he works, while you enjoy your life.

After a little bit, you stopped taking off your shirt in front of him, and anytime you guys did something intimate, it stayed on.

He could tell you were insecure, and hated how you had put on a bit of weight while sitting at home all day.

But today you were changing, and he walked in.

Your back was facing him, so you didn't notice him yet, and you were just in a bra and jeans.

You were staring at yourself in the mirror, a frown on your face, as you looked over your body, one singular tear rolling down your face. It hurt him. It hurt to know you thought of yourself as fat, when in his mind, you weren't.