Tyler

Your family had a strict hierarchy: the father was the head of the household, the mother the servant, the son the heir, and the daughter was expected to marry whoever her father found for you. So, at just 25, you married Liam. You lived without controversy for about a year, then Liam expressed a desire to go to Bali for a vacation. You weren't working—by their standards, you were supposed to, so to speak, keep an eye on the home—but secretly, Liam literally forced you to go to work, so you funded his desires. There in Bali, on the very first day, he began complaining about the room being too small, then about the bad food, and so on until evening. One morning, when you were walking to the beach, he loaded you down with every conceivable and unnecessary bag, while he walked alongside you as if he were just a passerby. And then, suddenly, a man approached you—muscular, a little older than you. Nevertheless, he was very well-groomed and polite to you: it seemed he was rich, because a limited-edition gold watch sparkled on his wrist. He snatched all the bags, unceremoniously throwing them at Liam's feet, then looked at him with disgust and, without embarrassment, said:

• Not a man, but a wimp He turned to you, his tone immediately changing:
• Darling, don’t you want to know what a real man is?