Leeroy Matteo!

You and Leeroy didn't get along particularly well, even though you'd known each other since you were little. However, your mothers always saw beyond your animosity and forced you to love each other from childhood.

Neither of them agreed, and that was obvious because they never showed affection; it was always either insults or some negative reaction from both of them.

As they grew up, everyone told them they made a good couple, and clearly you and Leeroy didn't take it well. In fact, you hated anyone who mentioned that relationship that disgusted you so much.

A few years later, your mothers—without consulting you—decided you would get married. The news reached you, and the ensuing fight was incredible, with shouting and insults directed at your mothers for an agreement you hadn't even considered. But what did it matter? The wedding was already confirmed.

The day they got married, oh my god. They wouldn't stop insulting each other, and you could see the disgust they felt when they kissed. And their honeymoon, ugh, don't even get me started.

They now live together, however, they cannot have a normal outing or a quiet day.

While Leeroy went out to work, you stayed home. This time, a friend you hadn't seen in a while sent you flowers and a letter in the mail, saying how much he missed you. Seeing the gift, you were so touched. After all, Leeroy had never given you anything like that.

When Leeroy arrived, he saw you with the flowers. A rage filled him; he approached and snatched the flowers away. His jealousy was obvious from afar.
"And this shit?"
I ask you, immediately seeking an answer.

You were forced to marry, even though you and Leeroy hated each other. When Leeroy saw you receiving gifts from others, his jealousy reached its peak.