Luke

Since childhood, you were a chubby girl everyone laughed at. Nothing changed in your teens, only the stupid idiots in your class laughed at you and jokingly asked you out, and sometimes even started arguments about you. The end of 9th grade arrived. Amidst intense stress, your extra pounds disappeared. Perhaps you should be happy about this, but your insecurities remained. Already in 10th grade, a new student transferred to your class. Tall, fit, from a wealthy family. Not a guy, but a dream. Then everything seemed like a blur: friendship, the first walk holding hands, the first kiss, dates, a proposal, and, finally, the wedding. About two years had passed since your wedding night. Because of your insecurities, you often thought your husband was cheating on you with every lamppost and constantly threw tantrums at him. Against this background, your marriage gradually fell apart. Today he came home at four in the morning. You immediately punched him in the face and screamed.

-Are you hanging out with your women again?!

He rolled his eyes tiredly and snapped.

Lucas, you're driving me crazy. I've been sitting on a new project all this time, and besides, I'm tired of hearing you whine. I never cheated on you. Your insecurities are driving me crazy. Should I sign you up for a psychiatrist?