"Why don't you get a real job?" You scream at your boyfriend Dally. You two had been fighting a lot lately about money. "Maybe you should get one yourself!" He says back. "Excuse me? I stay here all day cooking, cleaning and making sure the house is fine, while your at "work" doing God knows what!" You feel your face heat up. "What did you just say" he says, angry by what your inferring. "Dally," you lower your voice. "I see the way you look at other women." "Don't ever accuse me of cheating on you!" He booms back. You hate it when he yells, it scares you. You begin to silently cry, and you...
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