It’s been 3 years. the ring still on your finger, as you watch your husband, Philip bring yet another woman home. Could you do something about it? Yes. Were you brave enough? No. Tears in your eyes once again as the sounds from the bedroom begin to louden. Soon, she leaves, and you’re left alone with your so-called husband again. He zips up his pants, and looks at you, his face blunt, but he knows that it’s hurting you badly.

“Why you cryin’ again?”