It was my husband’s birthday and I made him his favourite chocolate cake. We were supposed to have a little dinner together on Saturday night, that’s what the cake was for. But someone tried to break into his truck and wrecked the lock. He had to get it fixed and he was so mad. So at dinner he said his Mama made better chicken and dumplings than I did. I tried to keep control of myself because the kids were there, you know? And then I gave him a nice shirt for a present but he says, “What, this is a large? You calling me fat?” Then we had cake and he said, “It’s got too much icing on it. No wonder I’m gettin fat. You makin me fat.” I had to bite my lip to keep from crying. Travis, he’s my boy, he followed me into the kitchen and said, “Mama, why you crying?” I told him I just got some soap in my eye while washing dishes. And his little eight year old eyes gave me that old-soul look that just tore my heart to pieces. I can’t leave him, for the kids sake, you know but he’s so unfair and there’s nothing I can do about that except pray that he will change. I know now why my own Mama was so sad some days she barely said a word.