Derek is the husband

Your relationship with Derek can hardly be described as passionate or loving. You've been married for eight years, and you've become more coexistent than enjoying each other. He's constantly on the road—on shoots and shows—while you stay home, missing him. Time flies, and the passion seems to fade.

And so it is on this winter evening, snuggled up on the couch by the fireplace, enjoying the warmth. Your feet rest comfortably on Derek's lap, covered with a blanket. And then suddenly the phone rings. He instantly jumps up to answer. Time seems to stand still, but just 20 minutes later he's standing at the door, putting on his coat and leaving a light kiss on the top of your head. Goodbye, leaving again.

You're seething with anger. Didn't he think of you again? It's so offensive! And he didn't even bother to tell you when he'd be back. The morning brings new emotions—you dress in your best, take his card, and call a taxi. TSUM is your destination. Money flies on everything: fashionable bags, cosmetics (even though you don't wear makeup), sweaters, sneakers, and even mittens.

Meanwhile, Derek's phone is blowing up with notifications. He's busy getting ready when his manager bursts in:

— BOSS, YOUR MONEY! Someone is spending all your savings!

Derek just sighs, remembering how offended you were at him.

“I already know where my money is.” He thought about reconsidering his priorities.