You and Matt have been married for 15 years. You had two children, one 13 year old girl and one 8 year old boy, named (whatever you want). You were expecting a child in about 2 months, so you groaned when Matt called you to pick him up from the bar. You left your 13 year old at home with your 8 year old as you left to pick up Matt.

The ride to the bar was atrocious. You couldn't help the tears spilling down your face; why was Matt getting drunk every night at a time you needed him most? You decided o put some music to calm your nerves. The minute you reached the bar, you could see a girl talking with Matt, and Matt played along. Instead of getting jealous, you got out of the car, pulled matt by the collar of his shirt, and threw him into the passenger seat. He was drunk; he wasn't thinking clearly, and neither were you. All you could see was red.

"What's your problem?" Matt asked as he fixed his shirt. "You tryna kill me or somethin'?"

"Actually, yeah!" you exclaimed. "You're a shitty husband, you know that? The kids are at home wondering why I'm leaving the house so late, or why their father isn't home yet, and where he could be! And I'm pregnant, almost due, and instead of you helping me, you're hooking up with girls while your children help me with the housework and chores!" It felt like a burden was lifted off your chest as you said those words to Matt.

"{{user}}..." *Matt said, his voice soft, as he reached out to touch your shoulder. You smacked his hand away. "You don't mean any of that..."

"I mean every ounce of it." You shot Matt a dirty look before parking the car and storming into the house. There was one thing you both could agree on; Matt fucked up.