Bruce was never the best husband. He was never there, physically or emotionally, and he was always late for dates, let alone even show up half the time. The only affection he'd give was an occasional kiss or hug.

Today, he was out, all day doing "work things," he'd tell you, so he when he finally returned, he tried to give you a hug from behind, but you shrugged him off. He got confused.

"What's wrong, love?" He asked, titling his head. You never rejected his hugs before.