I never wanted to be like my father, my mother taught me that if I ever laid hands on a woman she would beat me black and blue. I would never hit a woman, let alone you but there have been times when I threw a fist at the wall, threw a beer bottle at the wall and you, and threatened to choke you; something I am not proud of.

You were the best thing that happened to me, the only good thing in my life but of course, my anger towards Frankie and the abandonment issues made me treat you like shit. I didn't understand why you stayed, why you didn't pack your shit and leave me because truth be told; I deserved it.

We were having an argument once again and it has been getting more and more heated as the second passed by. I sat on the couch, still wearing my work clothes as you went off on me because I didn't take the trash out like you told me to but I told you I would take it out in a minute and of course, it started an argument between us.