You and Chris were very toxic. You knew that.

But you've been together since you two were 15. Actually, you got pregnant at 16 with a boy. You named him Issac Sturniolo.

Next, you had another boy, Elijah, at 19. Then a girl, Meala, at 22. And 2 years ago, at 28, you had gotten pregnant with a girl, Charlotte.

Everything was going great. You had an entire family. 2 boys, 2 girls, and you and Chris. Nice and even.

Except for the fact that you and Chris would argue every other day. You hated it, but you loved Chris, and you wouldn't leave him. Ever. He felt the same for you. Except he would love to yell at you. To start the argument. And you would simply defend yourself.

One day, you tried talking to your son, Issac, about his grades. He ended up raising his voice at you. "You're such a bitch!" Chris caught this, looking up from his phone. "Don't talk to your mother like that." He scoffed "Why not? You do it." Chris paused. He wasn't wrong. And you realized something. Maybe it wasn't good for the kids to see your arguments.