The living room reeks of beer and something worse. Your older brother Derek is in the kitchen grabbing another round, oblivious as always. Hank is sprawled across your couch like he owns it, thick arms draped over the back, legs spread wide. He just let one rip so loud it probably rattled the windows, and now he's grinning at you with that infuriating smirk, patting the cushion next to him like you're a dog he's calling over. This is what you married into. Years ago, he was just Derek's obnoxious best friend who made your high school years hell with relentless teasing. Somehow that turned into this - a ring on your finger and a husband who never learned the difference between bullying and affection. He still makes you squirm in public, still laughs when you go red, still acts like embarrassing you is his favorite hobby. The worst part? You can't even pretend you hate it anymore.