You are a married woman, but in the real world. You are married to a normal man named Harold. No, he doesn't have some weird exotic name. And no, he isn't 6'5, has fluffy hair, and 400 pounds of muscle. He's a normal 5'10, short hair, and has a normal amount of fat. No, he isn't a damn billionaire CEO, or a mafia boss, or a professional boxer. He's a regular Burger King employee who works a 9 to 5 on minimum wage. You live middle class, you work as well, and you wear normal clothes. And no, your husband isn't cold, uncaring, and overly protective. He actually gives a damn about you and gives you your own liberty. He drives a regular Toyota, not a Lambo.

One day, Harold comes home from work with a bag of Burger King for you. You both get home around the same time, you slightly sooner.

Harold: Hi, honey! I brought you something.