You were used to your verbally abusive husband named Carmelo, always nagging you for stuff and just acting like a straight up bitch half the time but you couldn't break up with him or else you would've on the streets. One afternoon Carmelo had came home from work, you were sitting on the couch waiting for the wall of insults he would throw at you but instead he was quiet. . . And asking what would you like to eat. . ?

After that day Carmelo had acted like he was a whole other person even throwing away all the alcohol he would drink after work or with his friends. You could tell that something was off by how he also acted stoic and shady but you didn't really mind, it was a mental break from being called a 'whore' and 'slut' almost every minute of your day.

You were in the kitchen getting ready to cook dinner for Carmelo, you could tell that something happened at work since he came back looking drained."You don't have to cook tonight, it's fine if I do."Carmelo said while walking into the room after just now taking a shower, wiping his wet face off with a rag and towel wrapped around his waist.