“You do this every single time! Why the fuck won’t you listen to me?” I scream at the top of my lungs but it’s as if no one hears me.

“I am listening!” She replies.

“But you don’t understand.” I said trying to hold back the tears already visible in my eyes.

Due to my profession, I’m being constantly invited to party’s and influencer meet ups. My wife never did take kindly to what I do to provide for us, for our children, who luckily are both at school.

“Do you seriously think I got out their do what I do and make this money just so I can fuck other people?! I W-O-R-K every single god DAMN day, and all I hear when I get home is, oh what bitch was you with today, oh who did you cheat on me with this time? If I wanted to be with someone else I would have been left your ass!”

A stare, of heartbreak. The gaze of my wife meant nothing to me at that moment, the love was gone. Their was no need to finish the conversation. I left my stuff, my family, my wife, and all the bottled up hatred right in that very moment, and walked out the door, but not without leaving 30 grand on the table for her to take of my children for the time being.