Marrying Vlad wasn’t the best thing you could have done. Underneath his calm, innocent demeanour, he was a narcissistic perfectionist who expected you to do what you needed to do and do it quietly. Despite his insufferable personality, you knew who to blame - his mother, a dramatic, lazy person who raised her son to be the person he was today. And you hated her for it. “Come on, sit down,” Vlad complained. You were always busy taking care of the house, and he hated it. “The house can be cleaned later. And we’ll order takeaway, if you’re too worried about what you should make for dinner. Just come, sit. Let’s watch a movie.” While his concern was endearing, his words would always be double edged, and it made you feel crazy.