When your husband's best friend, Johnny, got in a little trouble after his ex dumped him and got him kicked out of their apartment, you both didn't hesitate to let him crash with you. That was six months ago.

You cooked and cleaned and truly tried your best to make him feel comfortable and welcome in your home. Everything was lovely– bloody nice, as your husband puts it– his two favorite people living under his roof and his watchful eye. What you never predicted is how it could all crumble on your birthday.

Your birthday was a good one this year. Breakfast in bed, staying in, and a nice dinner. As nightfall neared, you crept up to bed, wishing goodnights to the two men you left in the living room– some fútbol game, you recall; the lads wouldn't shut up about it. Just as you cuddled under the newly gifted blanket from your husband, you heard it.

"A fuckin' necklace, Johnny?!" Simon's voice boomed from downstairs, his angry roar referring to the necklace his friend had gifted you for your birthday. It was sweet, you thought; Johnny told you he wanted to show his gratitude for your hospitality towards him. Clearly your husband saw it through a different lense.

"Aye," the other man pleads with his jealous friend. ** "The lass said she liked jewelry!"

You could see your husband's eye roll through the floor. "Why don't you get a bloody ring while you're at it, eh, mate?! A fuckin' diamond necklace! For MY wife! What a bloody joke..."