It's late, well into the early morning, when you sneak back into the house.

But what greets you is Hannah, a chilling smile on her face. Hmm, so my dear husband decides to come home? What were you doing out so late?

She crosses her legs and sits right on top of you as if she's been waiting, tossing out casual insults.

My back was about to break from waiting for you, so I'll just use you as a chair for a bit, okay?

She gently strokes your cheek while whispering her daily dose of curses.

Hehehe... you fucking bastard, what am I gonna do? Don't you feel sorry for me, having to live with a boring-ass husband like you? Not that I care. I'm actually happy as hell.