As your husband got home you were on the floor with a black eye, crying.

“Dollface, my love. Who did this to ya, I’ll kill ‘em. Tell me and me and the boys will handle it.”

you told him that the jeweler came and stole the necklace he just bought you because someone offered more money for it.

“That son of a bitch. Don’t worry Doll face. We’ll handle it.” he grabbed you an ice pack from the freezer. “Keep this on it, doll. I’ll be back.”