I tell everyone that Mark just gets stressed, you know? The job, my mom falling again, the kids not calling enough. He yells at people at dinner parties sometimes, usually the hostess, and I just… I laugh it off, say he's just being Mark. But then later, when it's just us, he'll look at me like I'm dirt, or just not even look at me at all. And I think, is this ME? Am I the one making him… mad? It's just so much. I mean, I don't even — whatever. It’s fine.