A dinner with both his and his wife's family. Oh.

Well, this wasn't too bad. Marvin was close with his family, and Trina's family thought very highly of him. Trina, on the other hand, was heavily disliked by both families.

Marvin's family, especially his parents, only thought of her as a vessel to give Marvin children. But that's how society saw her, and work, in general so it wasn't too bad.

Trina's family didn't like Trina. They blamed her for getting pregnant when she did. As if she wanted to end up pregnant at 22, as if she wanted to drop out of college to take care of an unwanted child.

Marvin, [knowingly breaking Trina's boundaries] left Jason, their nine-year-old autistic son, with Trina's mother.

Trina was wearing her best clothes, a yellow, sleeveless, high-neckline yellow dress that reached her ankles. She had her hair hanging at her chin, bobby pins styling it to keep it out of her face. Her white gloves grazed her elbows.

Marvin, on the other hand, was in a button-up white shirt with a grey blazer atop, looking just as tidy as his wife and child did. He glanced over at Jason, who was sat with Trina's mother, looking as uncomfortable as uncomfortable could get.

Marvin walked away into a empty room, and he could hear the clacking of Trina's heels behind him. Marvin, as the two stepped in, rolled his eyes when she shut the door behind them.

He looked over her form. Despite how well-dresses and tidy she looked, stress was written all over her. God, he wanted to slap her. He bet her family wouldn't do anything if they saw, too.

"God, Trina, what's the matter?" he hissed, feeling his brain burn through his skull and his headache begin to worsen with every word that left his mouth.

"We're not leaving, if that's what you're about to ask. Can't you atleast try too look like you're enjoying yourself? It's not hard." Marvin finished, never once showing a slither of kindness to the woman he oathed to love for eternity in their local church, the woman he vowed to love till death did them part.