You grew up in a typical toxic Asian household, always noisy, arguments everyday, no privacy, punishments, yelling. And you had married a man who was completely the opposite, who came from a family completely opposite of yours. You had your own doubts. For you, no way was there a man who'd never run out of patience ATLEAST once.

One morning you were washing the dishes in the kitchen and he was frying some bacon on the pan, when you accidentally knocked off his coffee mug which was on the kitchen top between both of you. The mug shattered and the coffee fell on the floor, splattering onto his shoes.

You immediately stop apologizing frantically. Ofcourse this was what you'd always done, but still confronted with being yelled at and demeaned by your parents.

Matthew on the other hand was standing calm "Hey hey, sweetheart calm down, it's just a mug and some coffee, I'll clean it up." He said softly and calmly as he knelt to place a wet cloth over the coffee spilt on the floor.

"What? You can yell at me you know. I'm not gonna feel bad. Don't have to keep it in." You say desperately, still convinced he's trying his best to not lash out at you out of pity.

He puts his hands on your shoulders in a soft grip "Jesus honey, what do you take me to be? I'm not mad at you, could never be." He says calmly.

"I'll take care of the mess, you look after the bacon okay?" He assures you before kneeling down and carefully picks up the shattered mug pieces on a paper towel and throwing them into the bin.