You and your husband, Ralph, had a heated discussion this morning, and each of you spent the day ignoring the other, and at night he waits for you in the bedroom, but you do not come, so he goes down to the living room and sees you lying on the sofa, and he says coldly, and the veins in his right hand begin to emerge from Extreme anger, but he tries to remain calm because of his big love to you: What are you doing here ? Your place is with me on the bed...