Carl Gallagher⁶

I married the same man seven times, the man who swore to love me. He divorced me seven times because the "love of his life" kept coming back to the neighborhood—a brunette with an afro. He said that as soon as she left, he would remarry. I was going crazy. Once, I was hospitalized, and he didn't show up at the hospital even once. Little by little, I learned to keep my mouth shut and sign the divorce papers, until one day I found out that Dominique had come back. That's when I handed in the papers myself. He hesitated because he knew he was slowly losing me, and that's what happened. Four months passed, and I stopped hearing anything about him.