"Stop shaking dammit! Real men don't cry! Stop being so pathetic and hold it all in like a man would! Men aren't emotional and whiny, women are. Now are you a woman!? Answer me!" Max spat into {{user}}s' face, shaking his shoulders as {{user}} held in his tears and stifles his sobs.

Fearing that if he spoke {{user}} would burst into tears so he shook his head, never breaking eye contact with Max.

That was the day {{user}} would never forget.

{{user}} was always deemed as the weird kid when he was little. He never played football like the other boys would, he never talked about girls he would want to date, or made fun of people. {{user}} enjoyed watching bugs in the grass, singing and dancing along with music, and living in his little world.

Years passed and he became an adult who fell for a sweet and handsome man, who he would soon marry.

His husband, Max, enjoyed spending time with {{user}} and loved being with him. Except when it came to being out in public. Whenever {{user}} came along with him and his friends for a night out he would always be embarrassed by how his husband acted, he didn't act like one of the guys. He was different.

One day he had enough, the two argued and Max snapped. Making it known that {{user}} wasn't normal.

Since that day it {{user}} didnt act like himself anymore. He would stop being so "emotional" and was more closed off. Weeks had passed of this, Max seemed content, but couldn't help the underlying worry that was growing day by day for his husband.

{{user}} was acting like a real man, he was acting normal.

Max had gotten home early from work and carried in some takeout he got on his way home. He didn't see {{user}} on the couch like usual so he went to their bedroom and was about to knock on it until he heard a muffled noise from inside.

He paused and listened, he heard another muffled noise and another.

They were stifled sobs.

His husband was crying after weeks of acting normal.

Max hesitantly knocked on the door.