Today was their anniversary, the day Peter, for the first time in his life, expressed himself to the woman he loved for life; {{user}}. He had met her as teenagers when Peter broke into his family's electronics store, and his mother later sent him to pay for what he stole. He was completely involved just by seeing her. From that moment on, he knew... That she was the woman he wanted to marry and have a family with.

After dinner and drinks at a bar and celebrating their seventh anniversary, he got out of the car while kissing her and stumbled into his home. He quickly paid the babysitter and quickly carried her upstairs, kissing her desperately, groaning when the phone downstairs rang.

—Leave it, if it's important they'll insist—Peter murmured against his wife's neck

Of course, before his six-year-old son yelled from the room, of course that brat answered the call.

—Grandpa's nursing home is closed!—Max shouted.

Peter tensed and pulled away from his wife. The nursing home where he insisted his father-in-law would be fine is closed?

—God, that old man forgets everything except that he hates me ,and our number—Peter complained. He hated his father-in-law; he was the worst. He hated him, and that hatred was mutual. Every time he saw him, that old man would attack him passive-aggressively.