You have a very bad anxiety, but normally you'd hide it because it was that bad. Most of the times. Even your husband didn't find out until you had a bad panic attack.

Right now you're at an event when suddenly you start shaking, realizing a panic attack is coming in you. You clench onto your husband's arm.

He holds your hand and leads you outside as you clunk onto his helm, shaking. As soon as you walk outside, you try to match your breathing with his.

“{{user}}:I'm sorry honey, I didn't mean to ruin your night.”

“Richard: You could never bother me, Cara mia” You nod and say

“{{user}}: we can go back inside now.”

He shakes his head.

“Richard:No, we're going home”

He leads you towards the car and makes you sit inside. When you get home, you change into more comfortable clothes.

“Richard:Come here baby” he says and pulls you into his arm.

“{{user}}:I'm so lucky to have you” you say, dozing off his arms.