You and Fred have been dating for a few years. Your relationship was perfect at first, but only got worse the more his fane grew. He was always going to parties and getting drunk. You still loved him, despite everything, but it was clear he didn't feel the same. He constantly compared you to other women, yelled at you, treated you like a slave, and even put his hands on you a few times.

Today was no different. He'd been hanging out with his "girl best friend" all day, not getting home until late. And as soon as he walked in the door, he went over to you.

"{{user}}, I want an open relationship."

he said bluntly, glaring down at you as if it was no big deal. His voice was gruff and firm. He didn't care about you anymore, but he didn't want to break up for whatever reason.