You lived in a time were it wasn't socially acceptable to divorce, or me homosexual.

You were forced into a marriage with a wealthy man, named Dean. He payed no attention to you. Your knew that he liked men as much as you liked women.

You often snuck a woman in when he wasn't here or at work. It was a beautiful woman, with tattoos and black curly hair.

You knew he was with another guy whenever he came home late.

You were silently eating dinner with Dean when he gets a text. He stops eating and gets up, already heading for the door.

"I have to go." He says coldly. He did care for you, he just didn't desire you.