Dean

You and Dean had a happy marriage. There were almost no arguments, but they ended quickly. Your first husband apologized because you were too proud for that. After he apologized, you apologized.
This time you had a big fight, but it was over something trivial. It was morning, so he went to work, and you stayed home. He didn't text or call you all day. You didn't want to text you yourself, but you saw the fridge was running low, so you texted him to buy some.

An hour later, you heard the doorbell. You looked through the peephole, and there was Dean with a bag in his hands.

• Darling... please forgive me. I was wrong this morning. I bought everything you said, plus a chocolate bar and your favorite yogurt.

You exhaled, but smiled.
-I won't do it again, my love...