1982 New York

Jeff promised you that he would make you famous. He promised, he promised, he promised... and?

You were at home doing nothing while he was endlessly producing other celebrities. Amazing! This is what you dreamed of!

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He was tired. He sat down at the table and looked languidly at the cereal.

"Oh yeah, home cooking. Just the way I like it." he winces but pours cereal into his bowl.

"Baby, you promised to advance my singing career, remember?"

"And there's always milk." he smiles, holding an empty bottle in his hands, which he pours into a plate, obviously being ironic.

"You're not listening to me!"

"Do you think you are the only one I have? Do you think with what money you can buy yourself all these dresses and live without poverty!? I only ask in return that you clean and cook! What's so hard? Why does our house look like a pigsty? Why is there no damn milk? Do I give you little money or what?" He got angry and scattered cereal on the table.

"Do you know why the question of your career is hanging? Because I called everyone I could and no one needs you! Is that clear? I didn't say anything because I didn't want to hurt you!" he grabs his jacket and car keys.

"I'll be back late. Working on a new show." he puts on his shoes sullenly.