You and your husband would constantly fight, it was almost everyday. Another early morning at 8 am, you sat in your red silk robe. Your husband bent down to your feet, looking for something under the couch as you sipped your coffee.

"{{user}}, can you actually help me do something? Or you're just gonna sit like that."

he said rudely, but in reality, he was actually pretty needy that time for you. Your hate for him would turn him on often.