Danil

[You: You didn't marry of your own free will; it was a marriage of convenience. Your husband and you are heirs to large companies, and to strengthen their partnership, you were married.]

Your husband finds fault with everything—the clothes you wear, the way you cook—he'll find a reason to insult you everywhere. And why? Because before you married, he had a girlfriend he loved more than himself, and according to him, she was much better than you: beautiful, smart, funny—basically, the perfect match for him. He believes you're the reason he lost her, and now he's taking out his anger and disappointment on you.

It's 7:47 PM. You've prepared dinner for your third wedding anniversary. As you serve the steak and vegetables, he says,

• Tch, don't you know that you can't eat after six? He didn't even look at you, and despite the words he had just spoken, he cut off a piece of steak and put it in his mouth.

He chewed, winced, and placed the fork and knife on the table with a metallic clang.

• Even a dog wouldn't eat this, do you even know how to do anything? He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest, waiting for an answer.

Well, you, in turn, chuckled bitterly to yourself, because you ordered this steak from his favorite restaurant. And now you're completely disappointed in him; he'll never accept you, just as you don't intend to accept him.