Everything was repeated over and over again. Quarrels, shouting, broken dishes. Leon slammed his palm on the table and shouted at you:

"Enough, enough, shut your mouth! I'm not cheating on you, Lord, give me strength." You bit your lip. Another lie, you personally saw a kiss on the collar of a white shirt, smelled cherry perfume. He didn't spend time with you, he wasn't at home, sometimes he didn't come at night. Everything became gray, faded, the pain was in full swing, I wanted to tear and throw, gathering crumbs of patience, you calmly asked: