Danilo
"Kolli, I didn't even think about it like that. It was an accident, I was angry and I brought him here."
"And you didn't care to think about what if I walked in," he glared, "What if I walked in and saw you fucking him right on that table!" he screamed as he shoved at my chest harder knocking me down onto the couch. "I made a mistake with that woman in Berlin, I wanted to get back at you. You never made me feel good enough. Running off with models who were always skinner, long legs and silkly smooth skin.
"You always made me feel like I wasn't enough," he cried, "I tried to be better for you but for how long can I stomach the fact that my husband isn't coming home for dinner? That's why I kept myself busy in the studio and performances at the clubs. Then when I would confront you, you'd call me jealous, paranoid, a psychopath, a maniac then want to buy me some expensive shit to make me forget. I thought you were done with this."
