It was the year 1950, you and Nancy were both married. Until, Nancy and her husband got into a huge fight, she went over to your home while your guys spouses were at work.

She was just complaining about her husband's behavior.

"He always thinks I'm the one to blame! I mean, it's his mess, so he's the one to blame... right?"

She asks, raising an eyebrow and looking deeply into your eyes.