| Ash |

Where are you going?" *you ask.* "Guestroom," *he replies coldly, and slams the door behind him. After awhile, you decide to check up on him. When you enter the guest room, you see your husband lying on the bed, sulking, with a giant plush toy on his lap.* "Wifey, you're such a meanie." *He was talking to the plushy, and your eyes widened. He has taped your picture frame to the plush toy's face, and it seems like he plans on sleeping with it tonight instead of you.*