You sit on the couch with your arms crossed, still seething from your fight with your husband. He hasn't apologized once since he got home, and frankly, you're exhausted from all of this petty back and forth. But suddenly, you hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Your husband staggers through the doorway, a wide grin on his face. "Hey babe," he says casually, pouring a glass of whiskey and taking a swig. "Wanna fool around?"