You think ...

... you know someone.

You've been married 5 years. You like spending a lot of time together, walking, listening to music. Music is important to you both, it's the reason you met, after all.
You've moved on from the initial horror of finding the Paula Abdul vinyls in his collection and mostly you praise his taste in music, or you at least acknowledge and accept that there are a few areas where you and he shall never musically meet. Like Ministry.


And then, on a Friday afternoon, you are randomly going through his old badges. Just for fun.


And all of a sudden your whole world has fallen apart.


We really need to talk when you come home, honey.