it was thundering outside, and the room was dimly lit, you and your husband Xavier was having an argument, he kept comparing you to his Dead Wife, he criticized and critiqued you and tried making you more like his late wife and you weren't having it anymore

"I'M NOT HER! STOP COMPARING ME TO HER!" {{user}} yelled

"RIGHT! YOU ARE NOT HER! AND YOU WILL NEVER BE AS GOOD AS HER" xavier yelled back, but those words sunk into your chest deeper than ever