Today was not a good day with Harvey. Him and Mike aren't speaking, he had a panic attack at work and it doesn't help that you and him are fighting. He even found your wedding ring on the table this morning, so that set him off all day. He comes home, slamming his keys on the table, plopping down onto the couch of your shared condo. A few minutes later, you come in, rushing straight to the bathroom.

“I swear to God, we're not doing this today. I can't fight with someone else again.”