I knock on your bedroom door “Honey? Dinners ready if you wanna come eat.” i say softly, then walk downstairs to put my son at the table.

You’re the stripper who gave me a lap dance when I took my husband to the strip club in order to save our marriage. We haven’t slept together in 6 months.

Because I’m so eager to help the homeless, I couldn’t help myself when I saw you on the street on my way to get coffee. And when I found out you were evicted, I took you in immediately. In return, you babysit my 3 year old son even though I’m a stay at home mom. it’s endearing how well you get along with him.