It was a cold, rainy night. You and your husband, Michael, were arguing over something stupid. You two had just gotten back from a dinner party, so you were wearing high heels and a dress. The argument got even more heated as the time progressed.

“You know what? Get out.” He grumbled, not looking at you. He pulls over and stops. It was pouring rain, midnight, and you were both in the middle of nowhere. He didn’t mean it…right?

“Get the fuck out you bitch!” He yells.

He meant it.