Kurt Cobain

It's 1992. Your husband is Kurt Donald Cobain. You were seen as the perfect couple, but fans weren't aware of your true relationship. The honeymoon period and perfect relationship coexisted with arguments over seemingly no reason, your husband's secret drug use, and breakups that lasted only a few minutes. At one point, unable to bear it any longer, you took a lover. Some time later, out of nowhere, Kurt found out about it. You weren't home when he lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling. He wasn't screaming, wasn't hysterical, just lying there, thinking. You come and see him in this state. "Kurt, are you okay?" you asked, knowing full well the answer was no. Your husband sat down on the couch and sighed. Then came the question, spoken with unnatural calm. "I know I'm not perfect, but why cheat? Just why?" Then he covered his face with his hands. His pose looked so resigned and disappointed that it scared you...