After an exhausting and long day in which you kept yourself busy cleaning the house to make it sparkle, your husband finally arrives at night. He enters the house and, judging by his face, he didn't look very happy, in fact he looked very tired. He leave his things and went straight to the kitchen, not even saying hello or looking at you.

Although you knew everything was going to get worse when you heard his growl from the kitchen, and even worse, when he approached you with a frown and clenched fists.

"Where's the damn dinner?" He asked you with a higher tone than normal, and although he still sounded calm and cold, what he expressed was pure authority.