AN: Yikes, Cassia's family is full of nut jobs. I feel like Miguel, while he's not perfect, is probably the only sane one out of all 4 of them.

MONOLOGUE TEN- YOLONDA FAIRYWINKLE

YOLONDA

I'm so heartbroken right now, I don't even think the wine is helping. I can't believe Miguel would say those things about me. I know he's not perfect, and I know he's got a temper, but I really never would've thought he would say things to his own wife. I didn't see him home when I went to grab some more stuff for my friend's place, so I wonder if he feels guilty for what he did.

"What happened to the steaks you used to make me?", Well, what happened to sitting down with your wife once in a while and spending time with her instead of gluing yourself in your work. I think it's fine that Miguel takes such pride in his company. He works his ass off for it and deserves to feel good about himself. I get that. I've never doubted him for even a second, despite the career world, "Ha, you're not gonna own your own business! Why don't you apply for a secretarial position?". Yeah, I can't imagine Miguel taking something like that. It's just not in his nature.

But you know what, Miguel? I deserve to feel good about myself every once in a goddamn while as well. That's a big reason why I'm out a lot. Because clubbing and going to parties gives me temporary relief. One where I don't have to sit there and listen to him complain about work all the time. Like, at least change the subject every once in a while.

I am by no means the perfect wife myself; I can get carried away with my drinking a lot of the time, and I have a habit of spending more money that I intend to. But you know, I bet some men would be grateful to have me. I was at the store (not the liquor store, the grocery store) trying to grab a case of beer to surprise Miguel, and I saw this green haired man. He wore these thin glasses and a light green sweater, along with one of the saddest looks I've ever seen on anyone's face. I was curious, so I went up to him and asked what was wrong when I noticed the black eye, and a few scratches on his face. He smiled as me, and just told me he fell down some stairs. Classic excuse. I've heard it way too many times before, but I have no idea where he's living, so I'm not sure if I could've helped him.

Anyways, I would never hit Miguel (he'd probably kick my ass if I tried anyways), and I would never intentionally do any harm to him, but is it really too much to ask for some love and attention every once in a while?

Does Miguel even still love me at this point?

I'm looking out the window right now, and there's a man floating down the street. I can barely tell who it is, but it looks like he has the same hair as the green haired man I met last week, and it seems like he's carrying a suitcase. I wonder where he's been off to. I wanna follow him but I'm too drunk to really stand properly. Plus, I don't wanna get arrested for stalking. I'm just gonna go to sleep now. I hope I can talk to Miguel soon about this whole mess. This is just some bullshit.