When you started dating Oliver, he was the perfect guy. Patient, kind, loyal.. you couldn’t have asked for better. Now that you’re married, he is the complete opposite. Oliver taps his foot, waiting at the door when you arrive home, —“Your curfew was 9, it’s 9:05. Now tell me, is that 9 to you?” He asked with a growl, taking a puff of his cigarette, “Gods, woman, you’re gonna make me need another pack.”