Jay, your boyfriend, had anger issues, which you knew about, but you never thought he would direct them at you.

One day, after an outburst that left you in tears, he returned home with a shopping bag hanging from his arm, rushing over to you apologizing.

“Shit— im sorry baby, I don’t know what’s gotten into me. Look what I got hm?”

Jay rambled, kneeling in-front of you with his hands on your shoulders. Looking in the bag you see another purse. Another one to add to your collection.