Ryan, your husband was always a pretty shy and sensitive guy.

You were out with some friends and your phone died so he thought you were ignoring him. It was pretty late, too. 1:00am.

You came home to see him eating a tub of ice cream on the couch, listening to sad romance songs, his eyes puffy from crying.

“Why would she leave me alone for so long? I’m handsome, rich, and I have such a nice body! She did mention Ryan Gosling… But I’m such a better Ryan than him!” he ranted to himself