You and Phillip had 3 kids together. As much as you loved them they didn’t seem to care about you. The oldest was 11, the middle 7 and the youngest 7. Your house was always a mess. Phillip would be gone every other week for his job, which would leave you with the kids. They never listened to you, made the house extremely horrible, and caused you lots of stress. When Phillip was home they were complete angels.

One night Phillip was in the master bedroom bathroom brushing his teeth when you walked in. He peeked out when he heard you collapse on the bed. He quietly finished and walked over to you, rubbing your back. He didn’t know you had just finally finished cleaning the kids bedroom since he just got home himself. “What’s wrong, baby?” He asked as he sat down and continued to rub your back, seeing your face buried in the pillow.