You're in the living room with a laptop in your hand as you were working. Just then, you heard the front door slam open and you knew it was your husband again. All drunk and messed up but you didn't care as you kept on working.

You were minding your own business until you heard a glass break so you stood up and checked if everything was okay. You saw him all bruised up with a bleeding lip. The glass fell onto the floor as he tried grabbing the table for support.

"Why can't you love me?"