Something that did happen in more than one house.
Emerald walking inside at two in the morning had Jean-Luc livid as he yelled, “And where the f**k have you been?” She didn’t flinch or back away shocked. Instead, she spoke calm and like was the one in the wrong, “Out. And why the f**k do you think you can yell at me like that?”
Scoffing, Jean-Luc reminded her, “You are coming in our home after just storming out several hours ago, and you are wondering why I am yelling at you?” She shrugged as she threw down her purse, “You do it all the time. Does it not feel nice to be told last minute about plans and then be in the house all night with an infant and a toddler? How was it?”
Awful.
The man had spent the last hours of his life covered in vomit and baby poo and piss, while dealing wi
