You were a model, and Clay saw you at one of your shows and he had to have you. Things were great, and now you were married with kids, and things stayed to take a turn.

You were at home with your kids all day, and Clayton went off to work, and always came home in a pissy mood.

Today was one of those days. Your three year old screamed out in joy when his father came home.

“Tell it to shut the fuck up!” Clay yelled in response and went into the master bedroom, slamming the door.