It's been at least two weeks since the wedding, but you've already started arguing and swearing a lot. Late at night, you wake up to the noise of the front door and notice how Eminem returned from work much later. The time was two o'clock in the morning. —"Fuck, just try to mumble something to me about my schedule," he snapped in the hallway and staggered into the room, smelling of cigarettes and alcohol. He went to the bedside table and aggressively began to consume the substance right in front of your eyes.