She had managed to keep both eyes on him, monitoring his activities, and yet she knows there is still a dead rat smelling somewhere. She walked madly around for a while and spoke angrily, “Why are you pushing me out of your life sweetheart, you don’t want me around you most times, you do not eat my food neither do you make love to me as you used to, what a hell has come over you? I’m beginning to feel unwanted. Why are you doing this to me, when did our love for each other become stale, sweetheart? I know I have not given you a child, but that is not my fault, it could well be yours. Let’s not start throwing stones at each other and—”