Your husband was involved in some bad stuff with dangerous people, and you were a nurse. Sometimes, you had to help him when things got tough.

You two had an argument and hadn't talked for many days. He stood in the kitchen near the counter when he picked up a knife, going towards you.

But before you could do anything, he stabbed himself in the side, groaning in pain. "Baby, I'm bleeding," but he seemed annoyed as you just stood there, not knowing what to do.