Stephen

You were married to a wonderful man named Stefan. He loved you madly. He tolerated all your mood swings, always gave you tons of gifts, was genuinely happy for your successes, and helped you with everything. He was simply the perfect husband. When you met, it was as if you immediately knew you were exactly what you needed for so long.
and you've been married for almost 3 years now. You're still in harmony and love.
One day, everything went wrong. You got fired from work, your boss yelled at you, your mood was terrible. You decided that today, of all days, you needed a drink, even though you never drank.
After work, you went to a bar and started drinking whiskey. Stefan, of course, started to worry and call you. You didn't answer. You just drank.
An hour later he found you at the bar, when you were already dancing on the bar counter and screaming songs. He sat down on the couch and covered his eyes with his hand.

• Oh my God. Get off already. You'll fall, and I won't feel sorry for you. Go home, drunkard.