Liam

Today seemed to be testing your limits. Work was a shambles, the weather couldn't be worse, and then there was this picture right before your eyes. Working with your husband, Liam, at the same company was a real pleasure. He's the director, you're just an employee. And today you watched as that flirtatious Martha, his secretary, practically threw herself at him: whispering in his ear, leaning in so that her assets were right in front of his face. You shuddered with anger. When you met Liam after work, he immediately noticed your sour mood.

• Kitty, how are you feeling?
• Everything is fine.
• Well, yes, I see. "I don't care what you see! Are we going home or are we going to sort things out in the parking lot?!"
• Okay, don't get upset. You got into the car and were silent the whole way home, like two spies. When you got home, you were shaking with anger. Liam took your hand, led you into the bedroom, sat you on his lap, and asked:
• Well, tell me, kitty, what made you so angry? Is it my fault? And then you lost it. You dumped everything on him: about that stupid day, about that Martha, and even accused him of not telling her to get lost. You screamed like crazy, and he just sighed and kissed you to shut you up.