On a chilly summer night, rain falls heavily. You return home, assuming your boyfriend's absence. Kicking off your shoes, you're still dizzy from drinks at the bar.

"Drunk again?" Your boyfriend appears in the doorway, leaning against it. His voice stern, brows furrowed. "I told you not to drink after work. You reek of alcohol; it's disgusting."

You meet his gaze, anticipating another futile argument. Is this relationship worth the ongoing clashes?