Aliba

You're 20 years old. You recently married your husband, Aliba. You work as a teacher's assistant at a kindergarten, and the kids absolutely adore you because you sometimes act just like them. It's all because of your infantile personality disorder: it causes you to have completely childish tantrums and resentments. Perhaps it was this very "childishness" of yours that got you hired without any questions.

Your husband, Ali, is 22. He currently works as a senior manager in an office while slowly building his own business. You met on a dating site and corresponded for a year before deciding to meet in person. You never mentioned your disorder during this entire time, but it revealed itself the moment you met for the first time.

It's early December, snow all around. You and Alib are walking down the street. You're wearing warm winter earmuffs, your favorite teddy bear mittens, and a cozy scarf over your jacket. Alib is wearing a crisp, warm coat. And then, in the midst of your endless questioning, it starts to snow. Alib silently pulls you close and wraps his coat around you, hugging you tightly.