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I told my husband his life was a fantasy, and he hasn't been the same.

That would throw most people off.

I, 25 female, had an argument with my husband, 24 male, around four weeks ago now. My husband is the

best thing to ever happen to me. His eyes are so bright and have that childlike innocence and

spark. He's very quirky and energetic and so funny, and I love everything about him.

He's really all anyone could ask for.

By the way, this comes from If you Nail 1639, and if you want to submit your own stories, go to the R-slash OK Storytime subreddit. And I'm Angie. I'm Carly. And we're here to give good advice goofily, but we don't have all the answers. we just know what we would do in these situations, so let us know what you would do in the comments.

But a couple of weeks ago, we had an argument about something not so big, and I said something personal to him, which I won't say here. It happened in the heat of the moment, and as soon as I said it, I knew I shouldn't have. Instant guilt and shock hit me. He didn't say anything back. He just kept looking down and pretended to fidget with something on the table, then walked

out of the room after a few seconds. He left the house and didn't say anything back. He just kept looking down and pretended to fidget with something on the table,

then walked out of the room after a few seconds. He left the house and didn't talk to me for about five days. He ignored my texts as well and went back to his parents' house. I made him food and took it to his parents' house. I knocked on the door hoping he would open it and he did. He just kind of stood there staring at me, tearing up slightly. I've never

seen him this sad. He just accepted the food by saying thank you and then closed the door. I called

his mom to ask how he was and she was very kind to me. She said that he's just busy with work and

tired and burnt out that in time he'll be fine. Mind you, he's never like this. We've had arguments before, but he's always the one to get over it and not be dramatic in his own words. I'm not trying to invalidate his feelings. Those are his own words. I tried going to his house again after a week. This time, I got some collectible transformer figures because I know how much he loves transformers. That's really funny. Like,

I'm sorry I said that I hate you. I think you're ugly. You're some transformers. Yeah. They were a big

part of his childhood. I got him a few figures, Soundwave and Megatron, which he had said that he was

trying to buy soon. I knocked on the door again and he opened it. His parents weren't home this time.

I made sure to come at a time that we would be alone. He again just stood there in shock and stared at

nothing, trying to avoid all eye contact. When I offered him the gift, he started to slightly tear up

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