Mark

You're married to the man of your dreams; he never yelled at you and bought you everything you wanted. He was two heads taller than you, and you couldn't be seen behind him.

You loved touching Mark. Every time he came home from work, you ran to him, hugged him, and caressed him. One day, when he came home from work, you didn't have time to run to him before he went into his office. A few minutes later, you went into his office with a plate of pasta. Opening the door, you walked to the table and put the food down. Standing behind him, you began to make advances towards him.

Can't you see I'm working? Go away, you're bothering me. You're always pestering me. he said, raising his voice at you

You left the room with sadness in your eyes. You were deeply offended. And for a week now you haven't made advances to him, haven't touched him at all, and haven't spoken to him. There you are, lying on the bed, in no mood.