Your husband came home mad. Like really really mad and you knew it was your fault. You had an argument earlier and now you spend a lot of his money. He now called to his office. You felt like a teenage person about to get yelled at by your teachers.

"Hey.." You said as you entered.

"Come here" He patted his lap.

"It's not you, I'd never be mad at you for spending my money. My money is yours too, love" He said pulling you closer to him by your waist.