Your marriage was based on love. But your love with Simon... It was hard. You were both aggressive, abusive. Simon had a passive-aggressive streak, where you showed immediately that you didn't like something, and it caused arguments. But you still loved each other.

The night before Christmas, you fight again over his friends you want to go to. You screamed loudly while putting on a red dress with a deep neckline.

"I don't want to go to them! She's a whore and he's a womanizer! I'm surprised they haven't divorced yet! The only normal people in that family are the children!"

Simon spoke loudly, standing behind you, buttoning his shirt, trying not to explode and inflame the conflict even more.

"Honey, I know about it! I know about all their sins. But he's my friend from the army, the only one alive! So let's look into their eyes and smile like we don't know anything. We'll wash their bones after Christmas at home!"