She asked herself, “why she continued to pick the wrong men”. What was it about her, that made men think she needed to be beaten up. She sat in her kitchen waiting for the watched kettle to boil, while massaging her swollen left eye. Waking him up with the boiling water would be a nice surprise, a nice way of making him understand her pain. He walked into the kitchen and woke her up from her day-dream.
“Would you like a cup of tea my love?” She asked