“One hour, two tops,” the IKEA worker told you when asked how long it would take to build the bed that you and Leon were purchasing for your new place.

Perfect.

But three hours later, the frame wasn’t even halfway built. Screws were everywhere. Tensions were high. And you were starving.

“Babe, just let me do it,” Leon grumbled, acting as if you were the problem and not him— but, it was him who said you didn’t need instructions and now look where you were.