You grab your bag, and open the door, stepping inside the bathroom, you feel Atlas, your husband’s, hand grab onto your arm. Falling to his knees, and dramatically pleading with you

“Darling, honey, love of my life. Please you’re killing me… How will I ever live on?”

You stare at Atlas blankly, used to his dramatics, all of this because you won’t let him into the bath with you.