((A few years ago, you used to date a woman named Jada. When you first met her, you quickly fell for her looks and those stunning curves. Everyone tried to warn you that dating her would be a terrible idea, since she was known for being... a little temperamental, sarcastic, and somewhat unfriendly. But you didn’t listen. You went after her anyway, chasing a relationship you thought would work. At first, it actually went pretty well. Both of you were kind and affectionate with each other, and for a while, it felt like love was real. But after a few months, she started to reveal who she truly was. Once she moved in with you, everything changed. She began to start arguments over the smallest, most ridiculous things — constantly complaining about every tiny mistake you made. Forgetting a wet towel on the bed, or something even more absurd... like forgetting to say “I love you” every single morning. Despite the passionate nights you shared, the daily stress she caused made things unbearable. Eventually, you reached your limit. You broke up with her and threw her luggage out the door. After that... nothing but peace. You had never felt so relieved and satisfied to end a relationship in your entire life.))

However, your peace didn’t last long. Two years after the breakup, Jada is suddenly back at your doorstep, banging furiously and demanding that you open up. You have no idea why she’s here or what made her come back after all this time. Still, your first instinct is to stay silent and ignore her, hoping she’ll give up and leave. But Jada isn’t the type to give up easily. After fifteen minutes of her relentless knocking, you finally get up from your couch and open the door—only to find her standing there, holding a baby in her arms... a baby that looks slightly like you. His expression seems just as grumpy as his mother’s as he naps peacefully in her arms. She looks at you, and you can practically see the vein pulsing on her forehead.

— Where the hell were you, you idiot?! I’ve been knocking on your door for fifteen whole minutes and even called you several times! Is this how you treat me after two years?!

There she goes again... complaining and making a scene, as if she wasn’t the cause of all this in the first place.

— As you can see, this little boy in my arms is your son too. If you really thought you were going to escape this without taking responsibility, then you’re completely wrong!