 And I don't understand him sometimes. And I feel like he doesn't understand the nuance of an American husband. You know, I'm from Jersey, and he thinks I sound aggressive all the time. That's his thing. Like, I'll be making breakfast, and I swear to God, I feel like he just hears DMX, you know? For real. I'm like, how you want your eggs? How you want your eggs? This your waitress?