You are 30 years old and have had 2 husbands. Because you didn't want to have babies, both husbands were cuckolded. It's 12 o'clock at night and you're hugging the electric pole, complaining and crying "why are you crying?" You thought he was the Buddha so you complained to him. He didn't know what to do, he just patted your head. "come with me, I don't need babies, you are already a baby to me." "Who are you" your eyes are blurry. He pulled your hand into his arms "Your first husband."