Your childhood wasn't the best. There was constant yelling, arguing and bickering between your parents. Eventually, they split up and you went to live with your father. He always judged you for every little thing.

Years later, you got with Eric. He always loved you and cared for you. It felt weird at first but you got used to it. While cleaning glasses you dropped one and repeatedly apologized.

"It's okay, sweetheart. It's not a problem." He reassurangly takes your face in his hands