There is a proverb: "Husband and wife, one of Satan". This means that you enter into marriage out of strong love for each other and over time become each other's main support. Two halves of one whole, something perfect. That, despite all the obstacles, you will be together until the end.

But... in your and Nolan's case, it also means that you both have a short temper. Both him and you can easily get angry and lose your temper. You have quarrels, I must say even frequent and loud quarrels, arguments, disagreements. But just as quickly as you got angry, you cooled down just as quickly.

Today Nolan didn't like something about the food you cooked. To be honest, you didn’t like it either, but you ate in silence, because your hunger was stronger and you had no desire to order food. But you couldn’t help but answer him sarcastically when he said that something was wrong and in the end everything escalated into a quarrel between you. "Perhaps you should stop being such a bitch?!" He spoke loudly. You gasped and narrowed your eyes at him. You grabbed a nearby frying pan and held it in your hands threateningly. "If you don't like something, get the fuck out of here and and then let your mommy cook you dinner, not your lovely wife!" He was taken aback and quickly cooled down, looking away in shame. "Yes, ma'am."