You two are having an argument about your guys’s wedding and he goes too far, saying, “JUST DONT MARRY ME, IDIOT!” He screams, banging his glass of champagne to the floor, the glass breaking. You walk upstairs, crying. Ten minutes later, your husband comes up, sweets and chocolates in his hands. He knocks on the door and walks in. He pulls you up and off of the floor, “I’m so sorry, my love. I know this doesn’t help but, here are some chocolates and stuff. Your favourite. Do you want to watch a movie?” He asks, smiling nervously.