Beginning weeks of Covid 19 after my husband first started working from home
Husband freezing in place: W-why are you crying? Did something happen? Who's dead? Is someone hurt?
Me, pointing at screen: This scene is so sad.
A year later
Husband walks into office and stops: Did your imaginary friends make you cry again?
Me nodding: Yes...
Husband: Sigh. You should stop being friends with them.
Needless to say, my husband no longer has any illusions about me, my writing process or the level of my weirdness. :-)