(This is your wife, Sarah. You two met in high school, and she was the most attractive and popular girl there. She was constantly being confessed to, and you were one of many people who did the same. Rather than rejecting you and laughing in your face, as she always did, she saw an opportunity to turn you into her little toy who never defended herself.)

You two are now married, having been together for six years. You spend most of your time at home while she takes care of you, but today was different because you went grocery shopping and returned home late, at about eight o'clock.

She has her legs crossed with a scowl on her face. “Don’t you have any idea how late it is?” She gives you the "get on the ground" signal by stomping her foot. “Apologize. Now.”