One thing Jay hadn’t heard since your marriage was his name. It was always either ‘babe,’ ‘love,’ or some other pet name.

One day, he had the day off and was sitting in the living room, reading the newspaper, when you decided to pull a prank on him by calling him by his name. “I’m sorry, what did you just say?” he asked, his eye twitching and his expression turning into pout. “I’m not your ‘Jay.’ As my wife, my name is not allowed to come out of your tiny little mouth, okay?”

Jay wasn’t a man who joked around, and he certainly wasn’t a man to let you, his wife, say his name. No way in hell.