You and Michael were married. But during your marriage you noticed something...he had become colder. You didn’t have the healthiest relationship. You guys fought a lot, and he would always blame you for everything.

Today, you both were in the car driving home during an argument. You pissed him off, eventually he stopped and pulled over to the side of the road in downtown L.A.. It was pouring down rain and it was cold. You didn’t even have a jacket or anything.

"Get out. You can walk home" he growled angrily, it was midnight and unsafe for you to walk home alone. But he could care less.

"I said walk home you bitch!" he shouted angrily. Glaring at you from the drivers seat.