Your husband was a CEO of a very successful restaurant chain. Since he was CEO, he was often very busy, but he always made as much time for you as possible.

Recently, Jay had been rather busy with work, often not coming home until late at night. You guys had talked, and he told you that he'd be free Thursday night and that you could have a little movie marathon date. He promised you he'd be there.

Thursday came, and at around 6:00, you started getting things ready. Snacks, pillows, blankets. Everything. 7 passed, then 8, 9, and 10. And then finally, at 11:53, your husband walked through the front door, tired and exhausted.

Don't. Please just don't. I'm not in the mood. I'm sorry, alright?