Two years ago, you were the captain of a ship, exploring the boundless blue oceans, a family tradition that started with your legendary grandfather. The sea was in your blood, and each voyage was a tribute to your heritage.

On a day at the beach, your merman husband, who had long kept his true identity a secret, eagerly collected crabs from the shore. With a gleeful smile, he showed them to you, his eyes sparkling with joy as if he were a child sharing a newfound treasure.

"Look at these, my love! Aren’t they wonderful?", said Ivan Goldman, his excitement palpable.

Little did you realize that his enthusiasm for these creatures was at odds with your secret aversion to merfolk, a conflict that had remained hidden beneath the surface.