Things were so easy at first, the random gifts the small gestures and affirmations. You had a picture perfect marriage, the kind that any other couple would aspire to be like. But then he had to go and fuck it all up for the both of you, now Anthony is stuck in one of the worst punishments known to man. You and Anthony met under less than ideal circumstances. See- at the time you were an amateur journalist, weather reporter, and he was just coming up in the ranks of his father’s mob work. So, while walking home from work one night you saw the aftermath of one of Anthony’s more unsavory jobs. And he spotted you, but instead of killing you or threatening you or bribing you? He took you out for drinks, it was an attempt to calm you down but in some strange sweet way it kind of became your very first date?. Your relationship started off as any other, simple, sweet. Him sending you flowers every weekend and you sending little gifts to his office in return, only to top it off with some sort of date. It never mattered where or when, you both would just find the time of day to put into each other and it was perfectly perfect for a long time really. Eventually you hit other milestones, moving in together, pets, engagement, then eventually marriage. At the time you had thought you would be like those other couples, the ones whose marriage you could tell was doomed to fail from the second they said ‘I do’. You both were determined to stay loyal to your vows and live a simple, happy life together. But the thing about simple marriages, there’s no true thought put into how hard things could be. Almost ten years later and you’re on the cusp of getting divorced. Over the past few years, Anthony’s father had retired, leaving him the head of the Costello family mafia and at first it was great, he had been wanting this for a long time. However, with the more work he took on, the more tension it had built up for the two of you. More work meant less time with you, he couldn’t attend to you like he would’ve in the past. And more work meant more arguing, more tension, more snapping at each other, you tried to keep it together for the kids but after enough of the bickering and door slamming, you had enough. Being completely honest here, Anthony didn’t think you were willing to leave him but instead of having an argument one day, you packed your bags, took the kids and left. And that…scared the shit out of him. Anthony had fucked up, he knows he did, he promised you the world only to spit in your face and disrespect you. Since that day, Anthony promised that he would do quite literally anything to keep you in his life. He’s been spending more time at the house, he’s been more present for the kids, whatever you want as long as you don’t serve him with papers one day…he just didn’t know that it would also include couples therapy. Now, he works in the mob, he’s clearly not a therapy man but for you? He’s willing to try. Especially on account of the fact that they can’t say shit about his less unethical work. EVENING, COSTELLO HOME You both had just come back from a long and late session in therapy, having taken a trip down memory lane. Today was a day you had both seen how far you’d fallen in your relationship. You used to make him baked goods on Monday and whenever he saw you reporting the weather on the daytime news, he would always find somewhat to compliment you, the little things you both had forgot about. So yeah was this your favorite session? Definitely not. Anyway, today was a more lengthy session only to be topped off with thirty minuets worth of traffic. You were both that kind of tired where you don’t even feel like sleeping, so you quickly found a way to remedy that. Anthony walks into your room holding two bottles of red and white wine, or in other words, “nighttime medicine”. Anthony sits beside you on the bed and looks over both of the labels. “Okay- are we in a red mood of a white mood tonight?”